Ice
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Written for the Storms Challenge at the LiveJournal community T100.

“Do you suppose that our moods shift to fit the weather, or that the weather changes to suit our moods?” Tracey mused, staring out the window at the pellets of sleet and ice playing tag with the ferocious wind.

“Feeling just a little omnipotent today?” Kelly chuckled.

“What, you don't think I can control the weather patterns?” Tracey asked, her face a solemn mask of seriousness.

“So, if you do control the weather, why aren't you happy? Why isn't the sun shining?” Kelly rejoined, equally serious.

“Good question,” Tracey replied, turning to seek an answer in the frozen pieces of falling sky.