It's rainy and blustery here, but nothing serious so far. The sky doesn't give any indication of the size of that cloud formation, which swirls over a large part of the Atlantic and a significant part of America.
I'm itching to get home tonight, but I stop and think about how small I am, how small my city is, in relation to that cloud.
Sled, swoop down and whisk
me ahead of Mad Wind’s rage,
thrashing icy whips.
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All my people back home are talking about the snow. And apparently it's really hitting the Northeast US. And it's all over Europe. Everyone seems to be getting snow but us.
We've had rain all day. All day I've been feeling a left out of a good snowstorm.
Nevertheless – I know how to appreciate a rainy day. The clouds were low and full of drama, and they love to make a show over the lake. I never don't appreciate living by the lake.