When the sun and temperatures fell
the rain turned to snow and shimmered down.
In the dark of the morning the calendar clouded;
in the dark of the night it cleared.
Later, the everyday angels harkened and sang,
a room full of sound and voice and choice.
A girl with Shirley Temple hair played teacher in the afternoon,
and for once the mentor sat on the floor and belonged.
Dinner was held in the computer lab,
typing turned dancing with friends gathered round.
At the end, walking in rainboots was more than a stomping thing.
It was a looking up and seeing thing. And so many things were winning things.
Because finally, finally, the rain turned to snow.
Then how easy it was to ignore - rain shimmers too.
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