The White Witch's Power is Crumbling

Last week the ice covering the roads sublimated in our subsequent cold weather.  This morning's snow and freezing rain, which was very slick on the roads when I left home an hour ago, is MELTING!!!  There are PUDDLES!!! on the roadways and in the church parking lot.

And in that silence Edmund could at last listen to the other noise properly.  A strange, sweet, rustling, chattering noise--and yet not so strange, for he'd heard it before--if only he could remember where!   Then all at once he did remember.  It was the noise of running water.  All round them though out of sight, there were streams, chattering, murmuring, bubbling, splashing and even (in the distance) roaring.  And his heart gave a great leap (thought he hardly knew why) when he realized the frost was over.

From The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis.