A Winter Rain.

A winter rain falls soft at night,

A silver hush beneath the light.

Then comes a deep, quick freeze so fast,
The moment turns to crystal glass.

Trees stand still, in armor dressed,
Each branch in shining ice compressed,
Glass-like limbs reach toward the sky,
Frozen echoes of the rain gone by.

When morning sunlight starts to gleam,
The world awakens from a dream—
Each twig and leaf and silent lane
Twinkles bright from frozen rain.