Wimp

The day of snow need not be feared
Though obviously is not preferred
For every day is double-tiered
In ways that often seem absurd
Inside is one whole universe
Abstracted from the weather map
Where though the outside may grow worse
It does not, cannot ever sap
The inner world, assuming all
Is functioning as it should be
The car as well (save it should stall)
Is its own multiverse for me
And so although it snows, I find
It is not snowing so's I mind.