Day 36
Turning gusts of wind,
Changing in just a matter of time.
You were now pleasant,
a soft breeze in my hair,
and now I hear you howl,
Driving in wrathful rain.
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Day 36
Turning gusts of wind,
Changing in just a matter of time.
You were now pleasant,
a soft breeze in my hair,
and now I hear you howl,
Driving in wrathful rain.
Day 34
Here you come again.
Hanging out on my window pane.
You give me chills when I step out in the open air.
You cause commotion on the lanes,
With puddles of muddy water here and there.
Yet, every time I see you,
I fall in love a little more with you again.

Day 16
The nights are cold
Then it starts to pour
Hailstones drop to delight
While the winds howl and cry.
The trees vehemently oscillate
The mud looks like marmalade
Birds, animals get in their shelters to hide
Seems like the rain will bring the world down tonight.
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.