Touched by cold hands

Under the winter air
The sky has given birth to black clouds
Night and day are one and the same
The continuous lightning display wows.

First the trees drop their leaves
Pets grow extra fur.
Then in rolls the cold.
Wishing I was the othe side of the equator.

Second comes the wind..
So strong it'll blow you away.
Please just let tomorrow
Be a warmer day!

Third comes the rain,
Followed by hail and sometimes snow.
C'mon winter; i want you over
Can't the chill just go..