Frozen Dance On Precipitation

When the world is cold,Frost is gold. Yet Empty silver still grows. Have no control over what is to come of it. Still,I am to stand in motion. Oh what the rain covets most,a final host. A soliloquy of my stance. Voiceless is the song. However,audible is its message. Sing of the pouring rain. Please do it not in vain. Ice,a perfect touch. Swallow your hypothermia. Dance on its terrain. We freeze all the same. Soon the morning will await. Until our tears flood the gates. Reverse their flow,lose all control! Until there is nothing. Now rain goes to sleep,no voices are heard. We have reached the end,a sonata alive.