Staring through my window, the breeze upon my skin, My mind drifts to a tranquil state, as if in a dream within. At 11:40 pm, the world outside is hushed and still, The wind's slow caress a soothing balm, a moment to fulfill. I yearn for the rainy season, for clouds to fill the sky, To lie upon a grassy field, watching them drift by. My flower waits upon the sill, a promise yet to bloom, Its petals a reminder of nature's beauty, banishing all gloom. A charm of feathers gently sways, hanging by a thread, Each movement a dance of elegance, in the wind's soft bed. I long for those rainy days, the touch of rain upon my face, A yearning stirs within me, a longing I can't erase. The wind whispers of nostalgia, of moments lost in time, A gentle reminder of the past, like a distant, fading chime. But in this tranquil night, as the wind softly blows, I find a sense of peace, a calm that only nature knows.