I saw the wind, the invisible wind

Dancing wild in this country town

Howling, whistling, piercing the night

with its haunting lamentation!

I saw the wind, the wild screaming wind

Pounding on earth with all its might,

Bending and tossing the willows with its arms

Tearing down trees and the last leaves

I saw the wind , the cold November wind

whirling the freezing windmills

Twirling the tall clouds and sending them

Fleeing down the dark green vales

I saw the wind, the beautiful catastrophic wind

Raining stories of love and war

Enduring paradoxes, consoling, alarming

Emptying and filling!

Your canvas of grey and green inspired... In the quietness of a rainy solitude.....I painted these lines like a child....

On placid dawns such as this...
I still dwell 
on the realms of another dream....
For my night was sleepless 
in thoughts of rain!!! 

Pale & pallid through the window way
even as the slant of sunlight crosses my way
With quiet steps tentative &  warm 
My eyes are still dreamy today
In thoughts of rain that lashed yesterday 


Through the dark nights the heart flies
till the break of the next rainy dawn
Slow inclinations to fall back again
to the pallid charms of a dark rainy morn....