I can see it,
There in the distance.
It paints the ground white,
Snowflakes swirling in the air.
It taunts me with a winter wonderland,
And it's all I can do to keep from running miles and miles to reach it.
It's terrifying,
And yet I crave it.
I crave the wind and the chill.
I beg for the snow to cover me.
So here I stand,
Waiting on a storm.
