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I love how books like Catcher in the Rye use rain to symbolise a new beginning, a new hope--cleansed from all wrong-doings as the rain pours down, so to speak. Why do books use this literary device? Rain doesn't make /anyone/ feel like that; it just tramples on all good spirits and dampens any high hopes of a good day. Mud emerges from its dormant state, ready to jump out and attack any passer-by; droplets of water containing sorrow and self-pity drown dozens--neither of which are welcome in the least.

Snow, on the other hand, is magical; it has this ability to cover all that is ugly and transforms what was once bleak and unappealing into a place where everyone wants to go. Magic, they say, hand-crafts each and every snowflake, which falls perfectly into place with its neighbour's, creating a pure and intriguing blanket. Looking out and seeing a shimmering majestic layer fills the heart with hope--something out there is perfect...and all it uses is a form of precipitation that causes depression and grief. Everything is so much brighter with a fresh layer of snow on the ground; everything is so much more appealing. "All will be okay," the snow sings from the top of its crystallised shine. The sounds that flow through the air as feet walk across the innocent blanket are welcomed--the 'crunch, crunch, crunch' bring smiles to bleak and weathered faces as it celebrates news of a winter wonderland...

So, my friends, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.