and otherwise bundled and beshoveled,
he stood in the elements, glared heavenward,
and cursed the driving snow for falling.
If but one flake, hearing,
had settled on his nose
and cried itself into oblivion
he’d have been satisfied.
Ten billion trillion zillion
blew about him unimpressed.
His curses fell on deaf flakes
which gently bore them down,
an added burden for his shovel.
Image is from Wiki Commons: "A black and white photo of a light snowstorm starting up." Image by Solstrike, who has made it available under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license.