Looking out the window, <br />On an overcast day, <br />The brave senses the impending storm, <br />With dark clouds hovering, <br />Ringing the alarm, <br />Of a thunderstorm approaching, <br />So he braces himself, <br />And feels his adrenaline rushing! <br /> <br />Those who are mild at heart, <br />Dread the thunder, <br />As the dark clouds keep forming, <br />They look for the thin opening, <br />Through which the sun might peek! <br /> <br />I look out the window, <br />And can smell the coming rain, <br />With the wind resting softly on my cheeks, <br />And the patter of the first drops, <br />Breaking the monotonous silence, <br />And soon they become a steady pour, <br />Drowning out all noise, <br />I put my arm out of the window, <br />And feel the dancing drops, <br />The rain has finally come!<br /><br />Mehreen Tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-rain-3/
