It's all gonna break

The ice
on the
corner of
the roof
came cracking
down from
the second story,
plummeting towards
the gray concrete,
already wet from the
dripping water. The
great icicle-
three feet long!-
crumpled into the concrete,
finally breaking
with a much less
profound sound
than I thought
should accompany
the death of
that damned winter.