Winter

Rhyme*, metaphor*, simile*, hyperbole*, imagery, personification

Winter, so cold and not here. How I hope it comes soon. It has called for snow I hear. And I hope it comes at noon.

It's like the gods didn't have the pillow fight, to bring the bright puffy white snowflakes, to cover the green with truck loads of snow in the night and to freeze the trillions and trillions of lakes.

//Hmm//, it thinks, //why am I broke?// //Maybe I'll just turn my self on,// it says. So it reaches up with it's arm and it awoke, Making snow fall by the tons.

And the snow came but the bucket full, raining down the flame, and covering us in white wool.