The rain through the pane

another of my train journey writings..

The rain through the pane..

 

I get into the train,

I see an empty corner and settle myself in

I see the sky getting darker

I see the trees swayin’

I see the wind lashing; hear it rumble

I see the drops hitting the pane

making everything a blur as they trickle into thin rivulets all over the pane

Oh... It is just the rain through the pane

I see a little girl, her face pressed to the window

Watching, the rain through the pane

Day dreaming of candies and lollies coming down with the rain

I see a young boy with a sad frown upon his face

Watching, the rain through the pane

If only he were wallowing in a rain slicked muddy field with a squishy ball

I see a young woman, cheeks blushed crimson

Watching, the rain through the pane

The memory of a rainy day by-gone

The warmth of his arms around her standing huddled under a tree

I see a young businessman, cursing at the network playing hide n seek;

Blandishing his cell phone as if a magic wand

Watching, the relentless rain through the pane

Helpless; his precious deal flowing down the drain

I see an old woman; smoothing a wispy strand of hair; wistful

Watching, the rain through the pane

Yesterday it was a warm house full of children’s laughter

Today it is solitude and desertion, to be endured as a bane

I see them watching, the same rain through the same pane of the same train

But then it is no longer just

The rain through the pane..

 

Reviews

[Shreds Of Me]

love the feelings in this write, blue and black look nice together. Nicely done!