midnight
Patter , patter , patter . It is beginning to rain . This , then , is what the dark canopy meant , hanging so luridly over the fire-lit forest . Patter , patter ; faster , faster ; dripping through the trees , hissing in the fire , capering like fairies on the ground , comes the midnight rain . Sinjin thinks it about time to wake . But Frank is stirring ; so he concludes to sleep a little longer , and see what he will do . Frank takes some pine boughs , and lays them carefully over the old man , to shelter him from the rain .