It wasn’t the normal pitter-patter of spring rain that woke me up this morning.
Rather it was a crackling sound, the sound of freezing rain falling against the bedroom window.
When I looked outside, I saw the rain had encased the buds, stems, and everything else in a clear, shimmering sheet of ice.
And while it’s not the best weather to be driving around, it’s beautiful to look at.
From the inside of my house.
