Let It Snow!
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
I have your measure taken, have seen worse
And sit calm within the the warmth of home
Awaiting your outer rage with ten beers
And wine a-plenty against your puny
Blasts. So blow and bluster fierce outside
And rip the sky in your white fury long
Into the tortured night. Moan and bombard.
Everything is safe within. Winds and blows,
Outages and failures, whatever strength
Your salvos seem to have will not avail.
I've two large bags of chips against your hails.
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