We
couldn’t believe the snow
Falling
and not stopping
Stacking
up higher and higher
On
the roofs
And the ground
Three
feet then four
Every
night a little more
Sunday
we woke to a phone call
Cancelling
church today
Need
to dig out the neighborhood
Roofs
can’t handle the weight
Still
so strange to us
Newly
arrived from the desert
This
thing called weather
We
only understood sunny
With
occasional wet periods
That
would dry up immediately
When
the sun came out again
Ten
minutes later
But
this was something different
Clouds
that came to stay
Brought
with them precipitation
That
didn’t dissipate
Spent
that day clearing snow
To
outside observers
It
surely looked more like a battle
As
time and again
A
shovel full would just happen
To
land on someone’s head
Engulfing
them in frozen flakes
Igniting
a resumption of projectiles
Quickly
crafted and assembled
Then
launched in rapid fire
Gleeful
mischief abundant
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