Raindrops against the glass window

I bid farewell; I make my way
And as I steer across my destination
The tempest weather greets me with sombre clouds of grey.

I look up to see the sky, it is dark and forbidding
I smell the chill air; I know the evening blustery storm is stirring
I gaze across the fields, and I see little children running for home
Sweeping all over, I feel the gusty wind blowing in all directions
And I can hear the tree leaves hushing in a whispering tone
I see a stray kite fluttering away, soaring up and high
Up and up it goes! Soon it is lost within the shadowy open-sky.

I reach my destination; the rain has fallen all around
I hear the rumble of the thunder; I see the radiant spark of the lightning
In a flash it goes! A brilliant flicker briefly illuminates the dim surrounding.
As I walk on the wet murky ground, I listen to the rain hitting hard
The rainwater overflows and streams downhill along the narrow way path
It gushes all over; it surges down from the old building structure
The torrent of moving water creates a rippling effect in rapture.

I now walk alone in the rain; the pathway is dark, cold and windy
But I see no one around; the building is desolate and lonely
I am tempted to turn back; and not carry on with this solitary journey
But I cannot! I have to go on; I cannot make myself turn back again
I will not subject this crossing in vain
I have to make my way alone; only with my thoughts to accompany
And as I walk in forlorn, the drizzle continues to pour down all around me.

I reach the building; I am now sheltered from the rain
I find my place; the echo of the storm is now faint
But as I sit to read, I hear the raindrops against the glass window
Drip-drop! Drip-drop! It goes, in mournful sorrow.
My thoughts are distracted; I find it hard to think
My mind wonders incessantly
I cannot help but reminisce of thee.