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Misc Winter Weather Support Group

J.C. said:
A place where it doesn’t snow.
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Ive had my 2 biggest snows in the last 7 years since I’ve moved here in 2006. 12 inches and 8 inches plus almost 20 inches total in 2022 after13 inches total the year before that. Not arguing one way or the other but regardless of warming or not there’s gonna be periods of less or more snow because the weather is always changing. Look at the 1930s for example.
 
In this somber world where winters whisper no more,
We stand, lost in a desolate lore.
The snow, a ghost, a forgotten rhyme,
Echoes of a Christmas from another time.

The earth lies barren, a tapestry of despair,
Brown and grey, a landscape stripped bare.
Trees like skeletons, reach for a sky so bleak,
Their silent plea, too pained, too weak.

Our eyes search, for a glimmer of white,
But find only shadows, in the fading light.
A world where snow is but a dream, a spectral sigh,
A memory fading, under a remorseless sky.

We wander through this colorless maze,
Trapped in a labyrinth of endless greys.
The joy of Christmas, now a hollow chime,
Lost in the corridors of time.

The air hangs heavy, a curtain of gloom,
In a world where flowers no longer bloom.
Our hearts ache for a touch of frost,
For a winter wonderland, forever lost.

We've become phantoms, in a play so dire,
Mourning a season, consumed by fire.
The snow, a legend, a tale untold,
In a world growing ever so cold.

Each Christmas, a reminder of what's gone,
A requiem for a dawn that will never spawn.
In this realm of eternal autumn's reign,
We are but shadows, dancing in vain.

The absence of snow, a wound so deep,
In a world where dreams are lost in sleep.
We cling to hope, a fading delusion,
In a Christmas story, turned to illusion.
 
superjames1992 said:
In this somber world where winters whisper no more,
We stand, lost in a desolate lore.
The snow, a ghost, a forgotten rhyme,
Echoes of a Christmas from another time.

The earth lies barren, a tapestry of despair,
Brown and grey, a landscape stripped bare.
Trees like skeletons, reach for a sky so bleak,
Their silent plea, too pained, too weak.

Our eyes search, for a glimmer of white,
But find only shadows, in the fading light.
A world where snow is but a dream, a spectral sigh,
A memory fading, under a remorseless sky.

We wander through this colorless maze,
Trapped in a labyrinth of endless greys.
The joy of Christmas, now a hollow chime,
Lost in the corridors of time.

The air hangs heavy, a curtain of gloom,
In a world where flowers no longer bloom.
Our hearts ache for a touch of frost,
For a winter wonderland, forever lost.

We've become phantoms, in a play so dire,
Mourning a season, consumed by fire.
The snow, a legend, a tale untold,
In a world growing ever so cold.

Each Christmas, a reminder of what's gone,
A requiem for a dawn that will never spawn.
In this realm of eternal autumn's reign,
We are but shadows, dancing in vain.

The absence of snow, a wound so deep,
In a world where dreams are lost in sleep.
We cling to hope, a fading delusion,
In a Christmas story, turned to illusion.
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Whatever happened to that guy from North Wilkesboro who’d always claim a snowstorm was going to have people stranded for weeks with no power?
 
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