Rain whips against the window glass
And rolls down to the sill
This ice rain in December
Gives a cold and bone deep chill

Fire crackles in the stove
The room is snug and warm
I gaze out my front window
On this rainy Christmas morn

The snow is melting quickly
From the rocks and garden walls
It huddles in the shadows
In sodden heaps and balls

I draw back from the window
To my warm and cheery room
I pour another cup of tea
And shed the outside gloom