Rain rain falling in chain,
cooling my window pane.
Not to stir - I like to gaze,
as the blinding thunder blaze.
A wet swallow sits still,
along the glass in window sill.
The twinkling of innocent eyes,
creating a bond of lovely ties.
A bond with glass in middle,
tis' sweet - but a riddle.
So far away from its nest,
stooping head - it needed rest
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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