JANUARY THAW
The best snow in years,
everything shining,
simple and perfect.
It didn’t last long.
And now, rain. Snow to slush
to ice. I tried to tell
my old friend that winter
here is beautiful,
tried to get her to go out in the cold
and sun and the diamond air.
She always said that clouds
made her dizzy.
She died
on a sunny morning before
the rain began.
Not a cloud in the sky.
~Remembering S.M., 10/1927-1/2019
GladErrand 
this is a beautiful poem. I am sorry about your friend.
A poignant observation and beautiful remembrance of your friend.