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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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