When I think precipitation, 

I see heavy clouds;

Snow clouds roll into the cold night;

It’s the snow that makes you shiver. 

A blizzard it has become; 

The arctic winds of the storm;

Millions of snowflakes fall, 

And are being pushed around

Thirteen inches of snow pile up, 

Nothing but white for miles.

The morning sun rises to greet the day. 

The winds have stopped, 

And the light reflects off the pearly white snow;

A perfect white Christmas has come our way.