The poem describes the stormy night The poem describes the stormy night

"Gently falling and ready to drain The raindrops on my window pane.." "Gently falling and ready to drain The raindrops on my window pane.."

I close my eyes and see the rain, Hear it hitting my windowpane... I close my eyes and see the rain, Hear it hitting my windowpane...

The winds are ominous, Moaning, yelping, and shrieking... The winds are ominous, Moaning, yelping, and shrieking...

I hate the rains, Because it gets flooded in our lanes. I hate the rains, Because it gets flooded in our lanes.

The wind blowing from the east, The pressure was low in the sea... The wind blowing from the east, The pressure was low in the sea...