I don't know that Byron is really expressing "angst" about the odd weather. He's taking a real circumstance and the general anxiety of the time and transforming it, imagining it, extending it to a give a vision of an apocalypse not like many imagined before, but more like the entropic heat-death of the universe. As I've noted elsewhere on this board, if this poem catches you in the right mood, it can provide an entertaining little frisson.
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