The rain falls from the highest in the sky The wind carries it Too and fro Beating it against My window pain I.hardly stir Listening to.its next move Against my window pane It dances on the ground Like tapping up and down The rain and wind Come together like Sister and brother I.wont bother Getting up Out of my.slomber I'll just lay here Listening to the rain and thunder The wind is howling And roaring like a Lion I wonder I wonder I wonder
We all experience this at times, be at home, driving a car, outside covered. Here in Tampa lightning, rain, and wind all come together. Now the sound of lightning can wake you up in the middle of the night. The light can be impressive if you are in a high-rise. Nice description. SM
Great poem, simila to I write posting here for you.
Rain drops ! Author: humnawaz
The raindrops battering the windowpane! The loneliness escalating my heart's pain !
I pace! I pose ! I wonder ! Lightening ripping through the dark clouds that thunder!
Wish he was nearby peeping through the windows across the avenue A glimpse is all I long for to give my lonesome heart a clue!
“He’s here, he's here," my heart would whisper! Wish he was next to me in my room so cold, so poor!
The looks in his eyes, the locks of his hair and his smiling face! No one I marvel more THAN him for an engaging gaze!
His enchanting voice, his magical touch would have me deeply induced! Forever I would have myself locked in his arms warmly embraced! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Posted: Mar 27 About this poem: This poem emanated from a real life incident the betroth called and shared her loneliness and how much needed him near hear in the hour of darkness and despair.
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Rain drops !
Author: humnawaz
The raindrops battering the windowpane!
The loneliness escalating my heart's pain !
I pace! I pose ! I wonder !
Lightening ripping through the dark clouds that thunder!
Wish he was nearby peeping through the windows across the avenue
A glimpse is all I long for to give my lonesome heart a clue!
“He’s here, he's here," my heart would whisper!
Wish he was next to me in my room so cold, so poor!
The looks in his eyes, the locks of his hair and his smiling face!
No one I marvel more THAN him for an engaging gaze!
His enchanting voice, his magical touch would have me deeply induced!
Forever I would have myself locked in his arms warmly embraced!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 27
About this poem:
This poem emanated from a real life incident the betroth called and shared her loneliness and how much needed him near hear in the hour of darkness and despair.