Snow

A rain, a swiftly falling rain,
It slowly speed begins to gain.
And by a steady wind it blows;
Is pelts and causes stinging pain.

Intensity at last plateaus.
A steady soaking yawns and grows.
Not one dry place does it forsake;
It every surface feels and knows.

The drops do earth's long dryness slake.
Satiety brings 'bout a flake.
They multiply and soon do bring
That comfy blanket they do make.

And droplets who before did ding,
No longer can their dirges sing.
Instead in silent voices low,
The flakes, like chorus bells they ring.

Tomorrow's light brings visions slow
Of whitened scenes that start to grow.
Snow started only just as rain
Is softly balanced on rail and bough.