Window Pane Poem by sharon kubeck

Window Pane

As I Sit against the window pane,
I watch gentle drops of pouring rain!

See the glistening and gleaming of the light,
Dances around my brain all through the night!

The gentle sounds against the window pane,
Softens my soul, makes me alive again!

As the mist of the rain gently hits my face,
My fears slowly disappear without as trace!

As it slowly lulls my brain to sleep,
It is but a window pane for me to keep!