And there in the sleet, for any who wished to take a heavenward glance, was a rainbow in the grey, a chance of colour given by an opportunistic ray.
The sleet came as if winter was in a flexible mood, ready to either become the fluid rain or the beauty of crystalline snowflakes.
The sleet came as a promise of winter times ahead, of the gift of snow that comes from such granite clouds.
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