The sometimes snow.

It's snowing:  I smile out a window
and catch snowflakes on my tongue.
But not when the snow is six feet deep
and not when the snow makes a tree fall down. 

When I'm tired of the snow I play with Play-Doh and whipped cream.
I made a mountain
I made an ocean
I made a fire hydrant with a man beside it.
I like them. 
Sometimes, I flatten my hand and destroy them all
and mix the colors up
and put it back in the jar
so no one else can like them. 

Then I go out and play
but not when the snow freezes over and makes me fall down like a tree
and not when it keeps an ambulance off a road
to save someone's life
or not to. 
I like life. 
I like the snow.
This snow I smile at
but I don't smile then.