Personal Narrative: Icicles Hanging

I remember icicles hanging
From rooftops on a sunny day
They were wet from the warmth and dripping
But before they could melt away
Afternoon came to be evening
And the night of the cold held steady
When the winter dawn brought morning
As the sunrise began to glow
I saw clouds approaching
And it started to snow again
"Not today" I remember thinking
"They'll be gone by the