Sometimes I look outside, through the crystalline glass, and I see rain descending down, from the angry, ashen clouds. Droplets of rain fall down from the sky, striking the cold glass window, slithering down the sill, and plummeting my verdant garden. The fierce wind pounds on my window, beginning to come inside, making the trees shake, fanning and whirling the rich leaves
Me (I wrote the poem) Internet for the rain sounds :3 ewww
