Winter? Sure, why not?

why, hello there.
where do you come from?
why are you here?
why do you fall? are you tired?
you don't talk much, do you? doing what you were sent to do. how obedient.
does it hurt, when you hit the ground?
here, let me help... no, no. you'll just disappear.
you're a quiet one, so carry on.

so misunderstood,
thought about only under the condition of its inconsiderable timing.
and yet they hold something unique,
it's a fingerprint for us to remember, apparently.

but who are we kidding,
we all know that we hate it when it's there.
but there's a part of us that cries every time it leaves.

long live the winter.
bring on the sun.