Stop Snowing

Snowflakes sticking to my eyelashes and
Complete silence,
Sounds muffled by snow.
Trees looking like they're right out of movies,
Or gingerbread houses,
Or movie gingerbread houses.
Everything looks so soft and white,
And it's like being in a snowglobe.
Except that snowglobe is being shaken up by a
Snot-nosed brat who doesn't care if the snowglobe breaks.
The supposed "soft" snowflakes sting my face and
Drench my hair.
Slipping and sliding all over the place on the
Snow that masks the ice beneath it.
And when that wind comes,
Whipping the snow all around me,
It's like hail rather than snow.
It's freaking March alread.
Warm up some.