The Rain



            Near the rim of the window is me. My sight gazes attentively at the outside. The dark cloud slowly covers the bright sky and the light gradually disappears. The cool wind blows continuously on the air to touch my face causes my hair stand up as same as I am standing on the snow. At the moment, the patter which clanks the roof comes closely to ears, falling of the small rain drops down rapidly on the earth. Every live run up anywhere they can shelter themselves from the rain affect the  life style stops. At the outside of the resting place, there is empty road like deserted town. Shortly, the rain stops, the bright sky comes, the life style starts.