The Change Of The Seasons

The howling wind and pouring rain
Batter against my window pane
Hail hammers down
Upon the ground
And signals winter's here again

Behind the storm comes cooler air
Crisp winds so cold it's hard to bear
Clouds come and go
And bring the snow
Which settles almost everywhere

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