Clear

Bundled up real nice and warm
I walked my way home

Streets were slippery with ice and water
And the winds coldly slapped faces

Slowly but surely I navigated my way
Head bent, hands buried in deep pockets

Dirty white snow line up by the road
Its beauty lost in wet mud

I reached my destination safe and sound
Walk in to warm smiles and a hot coffee.

A storm brewed outside
Lightning flashed and wind roared

I sat comfortably by a well lit fire
Staring at nature’s rage outside

Wind and ice hit my shocked face
As a window facing me busted open

I sat frozen in my chair
For what seemed like hours

Later that night in bed
I could still feel the ice on my face

For if not for ice
What else could be wetting my face?