"O'er all the sand-waste, with a gradual fall,
Were raining down dilated flakes of fire,
As of the snow on Alp without a wind.
As Alexander, in those torrid parts
f India, beheld upon his host
Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground,"
Dante Inferno XIV, Longfellow trans.
And the winter weather, skiffs of snow regularly
since our return from Venice