The sky fires a slanting rain in a row, <br />Like archers shoot a thousand arrows, <br />The raindrops slide down to and fro, <br />Some get deflected as it flows. <br /> <br />Sometimes I wonder- is it rain or snow? <br />Most of the time I refused to know, <br />Watching the rain at the glass window. <br />And warmth in the blanket started to glow.<br /><br />Ismim Putera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-at-the-glass-window/
