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Ice Storm, Droplet Swarm

The birches yield and bow until their faces touch the ground.
While oaks stand proud and get their limbs ripped off and tossed around.

Though in the summer just a fog is all that this would be,
The spectacle before us now is something else to see.

Those tiny microscopic hordes of water droplets flock,
And firmly mass together till the world just stands in shock.

And though it’s strangely beautiful, while leaving us in awe,
I doubt that there are many who would gripe about a thaw.

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