Monsoon Magic: Window Pain - Poem by Roann Mendriq
Gazing through my bedroom window,
I watch the falling, pouring rain;
Sparkling tear drops, gently flow,
wash cleanly down my brittle pane.
I ponder, think and wonder why,
upon this blank and glassy face;
Why would the world begin to cry,
sparkling tears of silver lace.
On they trickle, drops of tears,
Splashing like a storm tossed sea;
I peer to search for hidden fears,
I see a face; and know it's me.
Now every time it starts to rain,
I wonder 'bout this window pain.
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