Snow

Snow, she falls all around us with her semi slow-motion speed, moving ever so fluent like a river and graceful like the cold gentle breeze she blows through. Unlike her brother hail, he strikes downs at lighting speeds with pure deathly cold force of an icy fist.

Snow’s beauty is chartist from age to age, loved by many and her icy soft, radiant white skin glistens in the sun as she calmly covers the ground and lies peacefully on the ground. While her sisters sleet, she’s so slick on the street that you could do the moonwalk with no problem.

The only time snow isn’t gentle and sweet is when she’s angered. At this point she’ll blow everything around while destroying and covering anything in her path, tossing and turning in her rage, discomfort, depressive behaviors, distortion, and injustice.