The Raindrop

Gently falling and ready to drain

The raindrops on my window pane

The outdoor world, and the meadows ahead

I glanced upon; to where they lead

I saw this view because I always did

To find what the furtive nature hid

The crazy clouds or the deceptive thunder

The tiny raindrops makes me always wonder

For time and again I've tried to be

Just like them -agile and free.

But then the storm; the hail arrive

And the tiny buds ready to strive

The sudden transformation; the change of view ,

The mourning cries; the darkness grew,

The situation remains so true , so similar

All through my life making it bitter,

The storms of enmity, anguish and bummer,

Comes near my ear and says in a murmur,

I'll always come back to find you,

Even if you stay hidden from view,

Swaying wildly; wandering over planes,

Or lying on some window pane