YOUR POEMS

I wake to the sound of rain. Lashing down on my window pane. Its so relaxing, I nod off again. The rain wakes me, hammering down, this time, there’s no chance of me nodding off.

The sky looks evil.

Think we’re in for a storm.

I don’t mind if it rains, thunders or lightens at least I’m indoors.

I love the sound of rain, lashing down on my window pane.