It's really dropping the snow here.

In Maine, where winter's grip holds tight,
A spring storm weaves its icy might.
Snow and freezing rain, they fall,
Upon the land, a frozen pall.

The landscape cloaked in white and frost,
In Nature's grasp, all is lost.
From Cumberland to York's domain,
The storm's cold hand leaves its stain.

With power gone, and roads ice-bound,
Mainers chisel, break, and pound.
Trees and lines, they bow and break,
As Mother Nature's fury takes.

But amidst the chaos and the cold,
Mainers brave, their spirits bold.
In hardship, unity they find,
Facing the storm, heart and mind.

Yet through it all, a hope remains,
That spring will come, and break these chains.
For in Maine's heart, resilience lies,
Beneath the snow-filled, wintry skies.

Whispers through the wintry night,
Snowflakes dance in silent flight.
Cloaked in white, the world's embrace,
Each flake a jewel adorns the space.

In this storm, a gentle might,
Paints the earth in purest white.
With each flake that softly falls,
A symphony of quiet calls.

Reflecting light, the snow aglow,
In the darkness, it bestows
A shimmering, ethereal grace,
Upon the night's celestial face.

From dusk till dawn, it does not tire,
Nature's artistry, a blazing fire.
Covering the ground in its embrace,
In snowflakes' dance, we find our place.

Be careful, be safe.

Some climate goon back about 2010 predicted there would be no snow

Where are you?

We got a bit here on Friday night!