Strong winds harass the wet, sloppy day.
Trees bend & bounce & shake about.
A concert of  bird chirps from the tall cedar hedge, the performers hidden from view by a swaying green grille.
The puddles are rippled by the wet wind.
The grey sky lightens & opens slightly in distance.

Crow flies by while his comrade croaks watchfully from the skinny limbs of a naked tree.
Deep, painful cold (-25 C) wraps over & around & throughout the land without mercy or moderation.
The sun, distant & weak & pale, gives so little to the day.
Long horizontal bands of undulated grey stripe the flat afternoon sky.

Mighty cold (-19 C) & bright & clear.
The birds still do their daily chores above.

A great morning storm rolls down off the mountain, blanking out everything it comes across.
A flock of pigeons seems to explode and scatter as the cold wind hits, driving them all in different high-speed directions.
The bare trees bob & bend in the strong wind as the storm approaches.
Hail comes first, peppering the ground with white peppercorns of tight, hard snow.
Sleet follows at a 45 degree angle.
The storm passes quickly, and the sky begins to lighten again.

Winter wraps the day in fresh snow & white silence.

A flight of swallows fly overhead in loose elliptical formations against the wet, grey afternoon sky.

Bare winter trees scrape against the same empty sky.

Snow banks soften & melt a little in the light rain, each ringed with a mucky ice halo.