For the informal portion of this essay, I approach answering this query from a different perspective. Very often, the weather is the start of conversations with our friends, family members and acquaintances -- even casual ones. One revels if the weather is good, especially on a nice spring day that is not quite hot but certainly a mark of winter's departure. On the other hand, if the weather is unfriendly, one commiserates with those involved in the discussion. I will explore the notion of the state of the weather not withstanding, how we react to it is a reflection of our souls. We will enjoy the weather if we are in a good mood. We will not if we are not in a good mood.
Consider the events of September 11, 2001. The day started out as one of the most spectacularly beautiful late-summer, not-quite-autumn days. And indeed, most people probably commented on how nice a day it was. What occurred...
Most have described it as unreal, as if the events unfolded in a movie, or, more aptly, in a video game. And a few hours later when a literal pall of gray hung over New York City, the figurative gloom was experienced by people all over the United States. This in fact, changed the course of history for a large portion of the world and will perhaps dictate foreign policy for several decades to come. One can be assured that nobody remembers what beautiful weather we experienced on that fateful day almost seven years ago.
From reading the four poems by Robert Frost in the given list, I chose "Fire and Ice" as my favorite. This is because I can relate to the two doomsdays scenarios to which we have to become accustomed. The fist is, Death through terrorist activities (Fire); the second is the catastrophe of Climate Change (Ice).
