Prompt: Outside the window

Outside my window, the sky is coated in a layer of grey. It appears as if the sky could let out a cry at any moment. This kind of weather is the best, not overly bright, yet not fighting for my attention with its loud noises or blinding flashes. The trees nearby bare no weight from the wind or previous precipitation, yet they are not aware of what is to come later this night.

As the sky grows dark, the moon hides behind the clouds instead of behind the horizon. If it has a chance, it will peek through the clouds before beautiful chunks of cold white snow fall towards the ground daintily. Over time, they will provide a blanket of pure white to the world before moving on to another area.