The clouds grow larger, the winds gust more strongly.
The temperature begins to fall. The continuous rain ends, is replaced by snow showers. The winds now blow steadily from the cold north.
The pickets persist.
Zeus' smile broadens.
The clouds merge. The winds now reach blizzard force, and the snow changes from soft flakes to frozen pellets. The temperature drops, then drops again.
The pickets assemble, discuss, and rapidly disperse.
Zeus smirks, makes a snowball, which he then playfully tosses into the air. He then builds a snowman. He gives it a picket sign to carry.
Humming, Zeus returns to his throne.
There is no snow by the river Styx. Nor rain. Nor cooling breeze.
The air is stagnant, hot, thick with the odor of rotted plants, the breath of Hades' denizens.