Ice storms too, like big snow storms bring a thing of beauty that's rarely seen... or heard!
Every tree branch, every twig, every tiny detail becomes engulfed in ice, like a custom fit glove.
I heard it once, yes only once and can still remember it. Upstate NY.. I stopped the car to listen. I took few steps and at the edge of that little forest, the wind played the ice engulfed branches like a gust of wind would passing throug a crystal chandelier or wind chime.
Naked tree branches and custom fit ice.. a wind musical instrument with heavenly unrehearsed tunes that no other could...