nothing much

cold, cloudy day. chilled to bones.
standing by the window, nose pressed to glass,
she watches the mist flying by-
hard pressed to see through all that snow.

serrated broken crayons lie there abandoned.
smudged sheet, a mute witness for scrawled lines.
bleakness of weather is beauty for a child
no school, no subsequent homework.

with a sweet smile breaking into her facade
she enjoys enforced break from studies-
wishing for more such wintery rains.
for children, drabness translates to magic.