Meteorology is for the weak.

Meteorology is for the weak.

You can not handle this.

The most violent waves crashing on the shore.

The angriest flames burning away at the Earth.

The sharpest of winds tearing down all in its path.

You can not handle it.

For I am mother nature, and you are a weatherman.

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With the snow, the happiness shall go… 

With the snow, the happiness shall go… 

This weather makes it hard to be happy…The snow falls and the smiles are masked in its blanket.

The wind blows and the laughter is carried away to no longer be heard. 

The ice freezes over and with it so do the hearts and minds.