Drown in Pieces

Last night our house was soundtracked by the thump of melting snow, thudding to the floor. This morning, the news  is full of potential flood warnings. The snow had to go somewhere. The tap is not currently dripping, though it will have to go back to slow dripping for its life, by the end of the week.
The past few months have been water based, either frozen and crap, or floody and shite. I'm looking forward to the two good days a year we get in the Spring, and their cousins in the early Autumn.
When I lived in England I understood what bone in cold actually is. Having lived in for over 11 years, I'm now very aware of what changeable actually means, along with death weather.
Winter Olympics rattles on, with people who have trained for years, losing due to a mistimed second. Isn't that though, life though? No it isn't.  We usually make the same mistakes  over and over for years before realizing, we may have lost that one.
More pieces fall, flood imminent.