Listen up, because I'm about to drop some knowledge. If you're reading this it means that you might like to know what this bitch snow thing is all about, so let me enlighten you.
First off we have to talk about bitch rain, it simply comes first. So I like to think that I invented this term "bitch rain." One day the rain was coming down almost like someone when they spray spit while they speak. Oh that bitch rain! Such complications come from bitch rain. One of them being that I never know when to put the hood up on my stupid rain jacket or when to wear the right boots-becuase again it is just bitch rain. It got it’s name because it is categorized as “almost, barely, but not really raining” almost like it is complaining- like perhaps a little bitch.
Bitch rain is a mystery. We walk outside eager to eat but not to go to the dining hall and there is always one person to call it out first. “Do,…do you guys feel that” like the tiny trickle of a busted air conditioner on a summer day-there it is, the notorious bitch rain. its back once again to give a nice frizzy shine to my hair, make me look like I have just been standing under a misting fan in an amusement park. However I have not been standing in an amusement park, and it is cold, and bitch raining out, and I feel like a fool. Can weather make you feel like a fool? Well this kind does.
Anyway, enough of this bitch rain talk, it shouldn’t have even gotten that much attention in the first place. Moving on to something completely different. Something I like to call bitch snow. Because in just a few short weeks or days probably winter will be upon us and instead of it being a low of 21 degrees that will be the high. Now lets not get confused- bitch snow is of a different kind. It reeks of a more pleasant essence.
Of course like most things bitch snow has its flaws. Depending on what kinds of winds we got going, it could charge at you. Fast and unexpectedly. Into the eyes, mouth, neck. And even into to the pockets of such innocent people. Of course the snow might be colder, it is just like the rain-water but in a more beautiful form. I complain and I complain and I complain, of how I couldn’t walk to my house because of this stupidly consistent bitch snow happening.
The snow can be frustrating because, unlike the rain, the bitch snow runs through the sky with the wind pushing it here and there. It has no direction of its own because like I said before it is only half coming down. The difference between these two events, is that at the end of the day, when I have finished my work in the library, and I open the door to leave the bitch snow looks nice. That’s it. It just looks nice. From the inside of a building on a snowy day. However the real trouble here is walking outside. The fur of the bomber hat covering the majority of my face, a down parka coat with all it’s buttons buttoned up, tight new snow boots and out I go.
I keep my head down even though I know the snow isn’t coming down hard at all anymore, but maybe this is just a force of habit these days. And I also run the risk of looking like a crazy burglar with the neckie up over half my face. But that’s okay. I just kept trudging through this world of damn whiteness in every which way. And I complain and I complain and I complain, but then I look up for one second to make sure I was staying on the sidewalk and not falling into the road on the way back to my dorm. And my eyes peak though the top of my furry hat and the cinematic look of baby snow is falling under neath a street lamp I can’t help but smirk at the annoyingly beautiful snow. So here's to you bitch snow. Most of the time I hate you, but some of the time I kind of love you.
