What’s Gone

So much in this world
Can only be appreciated
When gone.

When rain becomes snow,
The warmth,
The soft chill as it lands on my skin,
The pitter patter pattern as it thumps on softened ground,
The afternoon mist, thick and fresh,
The streaks on my blurred and foggy window,
And the breathtaking glow that surrounds every light
That holds its own against a lonely, dreary darkness
Is all I can pay any mind to
As I mourn its surrender to the snow.

So much in this world
Can only be appreciated
When gone.

When snow becomes rain,
Its clean appearance,
Its sparkle as a flake catches sunlight,
The soft and relaxing moments it takes to float down from the heavens,
The fluorescent reflection of the stars and moon,
Standing guard against the creatures that roam through the night,
The prints of woodland animals scattered across its shimmery surface,
The intensified feeling of warmth after escaping crisp, wintery air,
Is all I can pay any mind to
As I mourn its surrender to the rain.

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