Just a few degrees warmer,
it would have been a downpour,
a gift to the parched earth.
But that snow just keeps coming down.
Plow drivers work around the clock
to keep streets clear.
But that snow just keeps coming down.
A shirtless teenage boy makes a snow angel —
youth is wasted on the young.
A dog runs outside, loving it, loving it —
then decides “this isn’t for me,”
and scurries back inside to warmth.
The mayor has declared a state of emergency.
Traffic on 435 is at a standstill.
A truck stops to pull a car
out of the ditch.
They both get stuck.
But that snow just keeps coming down.
Thundersnow.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
It was a summertime thunderstorm
just pouring down snow.
