Ismim Putera - Rain at the Glass Window

The sky fires a slanting rain in a row,
Like archers shoot a thousand arrows,
The raindrops slide down to and fro,
Some get deflected as it flows.

Sometimes I wonder- is it rain or snow?
Most of the time I refused to know,
Watching the rain at the glass window.
And warmth in the blanket started to glow.

Ismim Putera

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