Imagine a thunderstorm
brewing in your attic with all its ferocity unleashed on your walls
that you live beneath
a bowling alley
where everyone is throwing strikes
And at its quietest, imagine someone almost continuously slamming a car door outside your window.
these are the sounds of my house today as the sheets of ice lose their steely grip on our metal roof and slide off the uppermost roof to crash below onto the first floor roof and then to gather more ice before slamming in to the ground.