Soon, the sky begins to darken.As your blue, Jack's chosen hue, becomes a shade of chainmail grey.Heavy now, with clouds that threaten, struggling with its wintry load.And from its bosom, slow and steady,the clouds begin to fall.Feathers soon begin to fall.Sparse at first, then densely weighted, plucking a celestial goose.Welter, billow, fury, blizzard, cloaking the earth in nature's ermine.Snow is here.realms of mass,Thermals of air, in flake and flurry.Nooks and crannies fill with drifts.Thank you.
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