The rain falls softly,
Then starts to pound on my window.
It lashes across the tree branches
And puddles form in the garden,
Reflecting the moonlight.
The waves lap gently on the shore,
then grow strong as the tide turns
Throwing up shells and ocean treasure,
The salty spray hits my face
And my lips taste like tears
The glacier rises majestic,
A white sparkling cold,
Reflecting the northern lights,
Home to polar bears, and penguins,
A snowflake palace.