Vain

The wind waged
a war with
the window…
Banging incessantly
at the glass panes;
leisurely at first
and gradually
building up to
a violent tempo,
in its bid
to get in…
It yearned,
seeked,
clamoured
to envelope
the space within.
But it wasn’t
meant to be;
for what was
without
wasn’t welcome…
instead,
it was feared
and shut out.