I Hate 33 Degrees (A Poem)

It's 33 degrees outside
We are all feeling blue
It would have been snowing
If it was 32

We would be building snowmen
Having snowball fights galore
But all we have is rain
Temperature, drop one more!

Dear Weather Man,
I don't mean to complain
But can we have snow, sir?
Instead of boring rain?

Mother Nature
Must really be befuddled
Because instead of snowdrifts
We have wet, splashy, puddles

In our school
The students sigh
Why can't it snow?
I'm gonna cry!

32
Is the magic number
Will it ever snow?
Gee...I wonder