The sound of rain through my window pane
So loud on the grayish white frame.
Drops splatter on the muddy plain
Winds howl and embrace the rain.
The pitter-pattering drops on lakes and leaves.
Gentle rumble of clouds with a crackling blaze
Thunder, wind and rain play their lightning game.
Immersing in its overwhelming power and busy affair
A slight tug on my insides
A temptation, a drawing, a lordly call of the rain.
Here’s comes the season of rain once again.
Nuraine Sadaf 