Some

Some say the climate does not change
That winters come and winters go
That in some winters there is snow
But when there isn't, it's not strange,
It's all within the normal range,
And when the sudden tempests blow
It really doesn't go to show
Anything. They self-derange
Pretending that the rising tides
The sudden snow where none once fell
The burnt-out grasslands of the plains
Are nothing; that the ice sheet slides
Melting to the sea, because, um, well,
No reason. No logic pertains.