Blue skies grow dark, the air grows crisp,
And chilly winds blow a wisp
Of hair across her cheek
As she swiftly walks along the street.

Suddenly, an ice cold flake
Drops on her nose, and she starts to shake,
For the wind is rising to its peak
And she feels a cold tingle in her feet!

Then the air becomes a flurry of white
Everywhere snowflakes--left and right!
The wind is so strong it makes her weak
But she laughs with joy as she welcomes snow.