Rain

As I sit by my desk
looking out the window
clouds becoming darker
temperature's falling rapidly
i can see and feel the rain
and hear the thunder
it roars across the horizon
marks the superiority of the Almighty.

As the wind whistles loudly
like a kettle in d kitchen
through the ajar glass door i see
carrying along little drops of water
dampening the window curtain
as the rain pours down harder
I'm cold.

Trees are swaying
leaves are happy
earth gets showered
that's how its supposed to be.
I'm smiling.