Fickle February Poem by Ima Ryma

February, for what it's worth,
A time of lots of weather change.
This snowflake forms way above Earth,
Where it is frigid, so not strange
That for my fall I'd start in form
Of a lovely, unique snowflake.
And down I whirl which is the norm
For my initial path to take.
But halfway down I notice that
The air currents are giving me
A blast of warmer habitat.
So when I land, what will I be?

February weather domain,
Should I stay snow or turn to rain?