Since the weather changed

Since the weather changed,
the rain runs in from sides,
along ground and crawling 
in rivulets up outside walls,
streaming windows of buildings,
collecting in piles on rooftop 
and hilltop in sidepours
and squalls. 

And the hail
Rolls and skips
from one side. It seems
nothing to do with the wind,
just an onrushing rolling and skipping
tide, or stampede of cold fists
flung and chips hard shot
in one-sided melee, skipping up 
from each surface and curb, pitting
by ricochet, denting cars, breaking 
glass, but the worst 

of it all is the sun. Oh, the snow 
creeps us all the fuck out as it drifts 
in like time-delay rime-frosted slime mold 
of purest white. But the sun, oh 

the sun 

Just looks down on all this. 

Just as if 
it's right.