you write very well.

right, the last line is the culmination...
Indeed, foul weather always makes one feel a little sad, a little depressed and a little lost. It was raining and a windy here last night. I just couldn't sleep.
Poetry is a way in which I utter words that convey my thought which in turn conveys my emotions.
yes this poem is on a par with that rondeau I wrote quite some time ago. neither is that good:) hahaha, but I tried:)