Lest there be doubt that this is an ill-tempered
ill-destined day, the heavens bellow and boom
their rage, thunder rolling across the darkened
sky despite the land below steeped deep yet
in snow. Ice falls from the sky. There is conflict
between the choices of snow and rain despite
that the day is shiveringly cold but the weather
has chosen freezing rain, rain pellets and hail
to counter early spring's melt-mode of the
diminishing snow pack tamped firm in layers
of snow and ice. The wind roars and whips
sharp balls of ice everywhere on the shrinking
landscape. Wildlife remain pensively still
patiently waiting for the glassy ice surfacing
relentlessly on trees, threatening to sever
branches from trunk, to spend its passion.
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