Shuddering sounds echoed aloud!
I looked out through the misty window.
Saw the sky painted in charcoal,
The clouds like smoky cotton,
No strands of sun rays seen,
Only a frosty breeze aching the soul.
My pensive mind in discord,
Whether the rain soothes the fire inside ,
Or stokes it with anguish and gloom.
The patter of the drops orchestrated,
With the thunders and the swooshing gust,
The trees waltzing in harmony,
And I enchanted by the serene verdure,
Take the leap of faith to the infinite.