The drops of rain on the window sill,

bulls of breeze blushing away at will,

A gathering converging in a crowd,

The blast ready in each of the clouds

Drops of moistness touching the glasses,

the tree tops moving in gushes,

And here we are inside the walls,

Doing that which does not enthrall,

the keyboards chattering,

Hard pressed mouths yelling

Time bound targets approaching,

And when I see out of the window

Alas! Life is calling, the life is calling.