They come quietly, softly, almost like a ballet.
The dancers, moving slowly on their feet, keep the mood calm and peaceful.
When it is least expected, a wave of happiness washes over and for a moment, everything is forgotten.
The time of serenity and beauty is treasured.
Each comes with its own individuality and presence, not one breaking the qualities of any other
but all sharing the title of a wonderful form of precipitation.
They land slowly, taking their time as they spread across the ground, transforming the cold hardness into a white and beautiful land of wonder.
Making the land of the earth picturesque,
a place desired by all to be.
Appreciated is their arrival, for no one knows when they will suddenly appear, but all again to vanish.
And the world spins…returning to reality.