Drip, drop, pitter, patter the rain goes as it falls from on high. The wind blows softly, the wind blows hard, the branches of the trees touch the yard. Crispness is in the air so much so that we can see the breath that we breathe; we are chilled to the bone.

Soft mists of rain glides down to the ground watering the earth for the new birth to come after the season has passed; leaving us a wet, damp walking path.

Smelling the smell of the rain that lingers in the air, hanging on the wings of the wind cools the night as we sleep under our covers as warm as can be.

Drift off into dreams as morning breaks through the night to greet us with a fine Hello!

Cold rain still drifts softly as the sky is full of grey clouds, not making room for the sun to shine.

It gives the feeling of romance and sweet things said, but it is nothing wrong with having a cup of hot chocolate sitting beside the bed.

Cold rain, blustry wind, and frost on the ground, it lets us know that it is winter all around. ©2020