These days are icier
Cold threads staining,
Like how I imagine snowflakes
Are supposed to feel,
Rend across skin like pale strikes
From a knife
Rain screams down from the heavens
Breaking like shards of deadly glass
Beating itself over on soaked pavements
The world flashes electric
As the sky tears itself in two
Followed by the drums of the thunder
The wind howls forlorn
Like a lost child in the world
Sending flakes of water fleeting
Into the room through
Windows nobody bothered to close
The door is still wide and open
And the gust slams it shut
Closing another door in this cold world
Why not snow?
Why not shining white snow?
Better than the rending darkness
Better than the screaming storms
That tear like raging beasts
Why not the prettier version,
Sun against a shimmering world
Overlaid with that plush sheen
So proud and so perfect?
Why let the rain close the door on us
When we could just leave it open?
And yet nobody can think to care
Nobody walks up and opens it again
Because all it will do
Is close in our faces again
No, we're laughing
There are words on the board
And we've coagulated into groups
Animated in our words
Brave in the way we stand our points
There's laughter in the air
And our voices are many and one
So loud
Louder than even the rain can scream
This room is not cold
Today, this room will not be cold
So it's okay, even if thunder rolls
It's just a reminder
That we can be louder than the rain
That we are louder than the rain
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