watch me watch it pass

my being is tied to the seasons, im the harsh winter that finds itself blowing the chill in your warm room through your window you struggle to close all the way. that winter that turns your nose red, freezes the dew to your car that u watch the sun dance on in the morning and get entranced in almost making yourself late. the kind of winter that you leave the sink dripping in so your pipes dont freeze. yes im an inconvinence but god isnt it a gift to see it. the snow is so pretty in the forest though you will find yourself wishing the snow would leave when its time to shovel a driveway or porch to make your jorney. the winter ties you to the house unapolageticly and makes your life hell as u venture out of it. in your creul manner u would say the same to me, that im so pretty but i make everything so hard. its werid cause i tried everything to not burden you. i wonder what awful things would spill out if i had tried to be as cruel as you said i was. 

if you dont like the snow why dont you move to a warmer climate it wont form in instead of cursing the snow