Snowfall after Fajr means there’s a snowball fight before Qur’an class.

There’s not a lot, but enough to hold us for a few minutes.

Superman harvests snow from Tim’s car.
Snow covers our scented daphne,
the tree over the pond
and everything else,
just as the camellia was coming into bud.
But it won’t last long.

At last, Tim has emerged with our teacher.
On our return from class all the snow has gone.