Thumder claps and thunder roars

Thunder claps and thunder roars,
rain slaps and raps at the window panes and glass on the transparent panels of the houses exterior doors.
rain,
sleet,
hail and snow,
watching all the snow drifts swell and grow,
how the imminent gales sweep and whirl the tracks,
how the snow from the fields do blow and curve making natural sculptures and ethereal shapes like the fin of a shark arching back.
preperations are never enough,
peoples blind panic to fill all of their extra cupboard space,
Thinking that a little snow is gonna end the human race.
its not a disease or an air bourne virus,
its not a comet speeding and threatening from outer space. 
its frozen rain which eventually melts and drains.
its a thing called winter and each season we should embrace,
if it wasn't for seasons there'd be no humam race.
we english are funny breed.
we moan and we are gloomy when it rains, 
but dont keep enough to water the wheat in a summer field.
we panic and restrict water when the suns temperature does rise.
when its soaring heat is at its highest,
people,
plants and organisms perish,
same with winter when most plants wilter,
we need spring and autumn for the world to reel but also to replenish.
we r never happy whether a shower,
sun,
sleet or snow,
so relenquish to the seasons and witness everyones,
Contagious,
communicable and compelling
happiness grow.