Given the weather today, with all the wind and the snow and the cold, I thought this poem we looked at in Latin class is rather appropriate:
nix iacet et iactam nec sol pluiaee resolvunt;
indurat Boreas perpetuamque facit.
ergo, ubi delicuit nondum prior, altera venit
et solet in multis bima manere locis.
tantaque commoti vis est Aquilonis, ut altas
aequet humo turres tectaque rapta ferat.
pellibus et sutis arcent mala frigora bracis
oraque de toto corpore sola patent.
saepe sonant moti glacie pendente capilli
et nitet inducto candida barba gelu.
This is a description of the place to which Ovid was exiled. Apparently, it wasn't the most hospitible place for him to go, having lived in Italy for such a long time.