The feeling of having to drive around on a really snowy night is absolutely not comparable to anything. Nervously driving and such joy upon arrival at home.... It's even better if there is a nice fire and some blankets to hide under. Hot cocoa, coffee or tea to warm up and relax into the temporary quiet of a snow storm, except when you have to clear your entire driveway at 1 am. Some may ask, "Why?" My answer is simply: You know when you start to do something and you're motivated and then all the sudden it becomes the stupidest decision of the day and you start to feel like an idiot because if you stop now you'll just wake up to a half plowed driveway? No? Don't know what it feels like? Well it feels pretty stupid, like telling a really annoying "friend/co-worker/relative" that you'd love to get together on mondays for scrabble and then continually canceling every monday like 25 minutes before said Scrabble game citing illness as the cause of your absence. Usually it's something believable like a "migraine" or "I'm on my period". Obviously the second one is only for chicks. And trannys. Heres your poem now get out of here!
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RAIN WON'T DO
The sound of the tiny white fall.
Like gauze wrapped around my ears,
Muffled
Air and twig snap.
Just me and the driveway
Here, ankle deep in this
Anniversary of awakening.
Proud to be the same
And different.
Like squire to court
I have done my master's bidding.
The second coming of these
Refreshing seasons,
Since four years
Withheld messily
Juxtapose what was and what will.
Slack lining just isn't something I know how to do.
The shoes were too tight
And soon my feet ran
Numb and clumsy
With footsteps
Not apparent.
I will walk on the ground now
And leave my tracks
In the snow.
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