The Weekend Snow
You do not come by Shanghai often, but you swung by this time. Your visit was short this weekend. There was barely enough time to build a snowman. I wasn't ready.
It was cold and wet. No snow boots. No hat. Only an umbrella to walk under. Somehow you still got in my nose and eyes. Forget my hair.
I wanted to take pictures and my fingers were numb from the cold. My toes tingling. I tried with shaky hands.
Still, your visit was a pleasant surprise and happily welcomed. Many people became playful. It was like a second Christmas. I saw prettily decorated scenery in white. Even though I slid on pavement and nearly slipped down stairs.
Next time I'll be ready. I'll have my boots and hat. We'll spend a little more time together. I hardly see you. Stay longer next time.