From the window the August rain <br />stirs a crave to be once with her <br />stings the heart with an abstract pain <br />she is home and home isn't far! <br /> <br />August rain brings me her face <br />makes me alone in the crowd <br />I forget all work my mind is a mess <br />want to reach her riding the cloud! <br /> <br />She would be lonely if it pours all day <br />her tears would be streams of rain <br />crying in the thought I have drifted away <br />she may not ever see me again! <br /> <br />August rain brings me her face <br />her address though isn't too far <br />I'm imprisoned in the workplace <br />dreaming a cloud ride to her!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoned-in-the-august-rain/
