Three lines, is now nearly 9

[hazathin]

I am the one outside when the door won't open,
and at this cruel moment a cold wind is blowing,
leaving me alone with frost on my bones.

I am the one who stands in the clearing,
and as I wait in the open the cold wind is howling,
the ice is now pelting and breaking my skin.

I am the one who wanders in darkness,
and the air is much colder and bleaker at night,
causing my drifting to show...

As well; HI LAURA!