“Look outside!” they exclaimed as I stood in front of the kitchen sink trying to get a handle on a weekend load of dishes. Hands warm and sudsy, I crank my neck because straight ahead I only get white, white, white. There encased in blobs of ice, I see the rain chain covered thick. I had always wanted one, but this is my first gutter-less winter. I stepped on the slippery porch to see close. Ravished by this ice creation, the dishes seem easier now.