Sunday

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.