Will it Snow?​
by Meg Wiseman​

Outside the sky is white and grey,​
the forecast said its snow today.​
I walk up to the window pane​
and wonder if it might just rain.​
For as I doubt what I was told,​
as if a promise I was sold,​
I notice wisps of white appear​
at last I see the snow is here.​
Soon the snow has grown intense,​
No longer do I feel suspense.​

Instead, for sure, I will soon go​
to run and play out in the snow!​