A Most Peculiar Snow - read by an unknown voice

a short story called A Most Peculiar Snow it was definitely snow-like, not to be confused with sleet or freezing rain mind you. Are those the same thing? Or even hail? But whatever it was, it was falling straight down hard and fast like rain. And I could feel it, each flake, or I guess it must have been clusters of flakes, hitting me like large raindrops, but with a bit of a sting. Or rather at least I could imagine them hitting me in that manner. In a fever dream, they turned me toward the bedside window of my hospital room. I was half awake but they didn't know it, and I heard them say he won't last the night. I saw the weird snow outside, it was definitely snow and I saw the stinging flakes hitting the ground. I began to think I saw lights out the window too, swirling, beckoning. Suddenly I was out of my body, floating towards them, their crystalline forms softly surrounding me. I began to become like them, arms and legs falling away, and six intricate sides impossibly emanating from me. I could see them clearly now, as they embraced me - I thought they were angels. I thought they were beautiful crystal glowing angels. in my last glance at them, they assured me somehow no one was there to see us and then they began to unfall, and I was going with them. And up we went .