This wonderful place I call home is known for it's crazy weather. Let me paint a picture...two days ago, in the space of about five hours, the sun was shining, birds were singing and the last remnants of winter were melting. Soon we waved goodbye to the sun as it hid behind the approaching ominous cloud cover. The wind began blowing and the rains came sprinkling down. Before long, as if in perfect harmony, the rain was driven out by a fierce onslaught of hail and roaring thunder which laid siege on all below. It looked as if the hail was intent on penetrating the earth, hoping to weaken its defenses. Almost as if the ground put up a shield and began to defend itself, the hail fell helpless into a benign layer of white. This war only lasted a few minutes. It was soon taken over by the healing powers of the quiet and peaceful snow as it fell dreamily to the ground where it stayed under the protection of the clouds for the remainder of the day.
