The rain smashes against the glass,
Shaking and torturing the transparency,
Craving what lies behind the barrier.
The wind batters continuously,
Threatening to shatter the crystal.
Though its appearance is negligible,
It’s holding back such terrible things,
Staying strong against the great forces of nature.
The glass often goes unnoticed,
Its purpose overlooked and
Taken for granted.
Who knew glass is only noticed
When it’s broken?