I wrote this for my Secret Santa this year, and I just felt like putting it on here as well...
Do you hear the rain
pitter-patter
pitter-patter
Drumming against the window pane?
As thunderstorms crowd overhead,
As lightning strikes a feel of dread.
But yes, I see, the soft snow drifts,
Flittering past the window pane
And dressing the world, painting
Painting the landscape white again.
But maybe I should stop,
Before this dream is dashed
to the ground.
(Just like the hope to be
Oxbridge bound.)