Why are my poems categorized so badly? Because I don't know what they're called!

Yeah. I wrote this is January. I was in my seventh period class (German I) and it was really cold outside. I think the exact temperature was around fifteen degrees Fahrenheit. Out of absolutely nowhere, it gets warm outsife. Up to fifty degrees. Fast. So it was really windy. Out on the horizon, you see these monstrous black clouds rolling in. You can already see the lightning by the time it starts raining. And I'm talking
torrential downpour, people. Nasty stuff. Wind, rain, sleet, thunder, the works. In January. When it should be snowing. Because five minutes ago it was fifteen degrees. Then, after I get off of the bus, it all freezes when the temperature plunges back down to ten and the rain becomes snow and the black clouds drift away. Dubya. Tee. Eff.
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Ozzyturtle123 Says:
This winter sucked ass.
Good poem, though!