The Lonesome Rain Poem by Tear Of An Angel S.R.B.W.

Lately I sat and stared abroad

Out this window into my yard

Clouds roll with thunderous sounds

Lightning flashes all around

Does time stand still

Or go backwards and uphill

Standing quite at my windowsill

Anticipating rain for the day

Anticipating my tears to fall at bay

The winds increase and pick up speed

Leaves twirl in the breeze

The wind chimes ring in angelic tone

Birds are scarce and all gone home

So much silence being here alone

My head pressed firm upon the glass

My tears fall atlas

When the sky let’s go with a cold and lonesome rain

I find myself start to fade


S.R.B.W.