Cold Snap

is onomatopoeic, I suppose
crack of ice in the dark
crunch of frosty sidewalk underfoot
ice-clad twigs brittle to the touch.

Other kinds of weather have their own voices:

thaw is dripping and a gurgle
wind is a howl or a moan
summer heat is a sizzle.
Spring-- some may think of birdsong
but I listen for the rise of sap
and the pop of buds
as cold snap gives way to warm burst.