Icy Rain

Icy rain slaps on my thighs,
As from a tap that's opened.
It thunders down with sudden force,
It's freezing chill a potent
Sign of nature's waywardness.

We hope that nature will behave,
And yet its poise is delicate;
Stability is what we crave,
But all hangs by a thread,
In point of fact.

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