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What is your favorite type of weather?

When I am happy,

even the overcast sky

and crying clouds

couldn’t make me sad.

When I am sad,

even the sunny skies

couldn’t lift the weight I had.

My heart remained

cuddled in my arm.

Even the temperature

dripped icicles.

I remained kind and warm.

I had dared to hold a cone

with a shivering hand,

waiting for snow to fall

for a natural cream.

Sometimes my mind becomes foggy

when the sky is clear,

and sometimes the sky wears lids

when my mind evaporates.

Once, when I rolled my sleeves

like a tornado

to go on a ride,

the storm almost blew me

to my friend’s house

without a distance to cover.

That day, I realized

she was a quiet lover

whom I couldn’t see through

because mist

covered my sight forever.

I have been cold inside

when the temperature touched the roof.

Dogs remained—woof woof.

And somehow,

I learned to be weatherproof.