Oh I am not a friend of winter time
Even though I know it has to be~
When the rain and fog and frost and cold
Has a way of getting to me~
But I love the early morning hours
When do not have to at all rise~
And I awake to the rhythm of the pouring rain
Against my window glass as I then rub my eyes~
I lay there all wrapped up and I listen
To the music of the falling heavy rain~
Then I snuggle up more so and deeper still
And drift off into a peaceful snooze again~
So wonderful to wake and to find
You can sleep in without worry on a winters day~
And listen to the music of the pouring rain
Outside as nature only would have it play~