Blistering chill
Of the winds howl
As rains beat down on your face
Darkened forests
Frosted pines
The fallen dew before the rains
Frost on the window pains
The howling so loud it could define any soul
Gusts of 95 and more
Air so wicked and cold
That ice balls begin to fall
And they say this season is fall
Thunder rising up quite a stir
Lights flashing in the storm
Lightning blinding any eye
The mystery is being born
In intriguing curiosity
As night falls into day once more
