Ohh Snow you sit and sticky goo you are,
I’m Mountain Rigid with ridges ‘n couloir
Some land gently, and some land meltingly,
some lands flat, water is no where to be,
As your flakes flock to blanket my piques,
Your jealous clouds still the moments fleet
As the sun stays longer, you start to wither,
caressing all my rocks, becoming River
So many names for two Hs and a O,
Ohh how your undertow tip-toes with rainbows
You know my interest, I bid you goodbye,
Cumulonimbus, from low to sky high!