I wrote this poem A View Behind Curtains when I was 14. I was looking out onto the street from my window just observing and the words below came to me. 

Behind curtains orange glows;
and dances out in the black sky.
Stars dangle
And water falls down below
and seeps into concrete grey.
Shadows dance under
the rain showers
the gentle rain:
drip drop drip drop
and the liquid rolls along
the dark road into a
river’s stream.
Branches are frosted ice
with birds singing
carrying the chirps;
across the streets into
silent gazer’s ears-
flapping across the vast
blackness,
the moon glowers and
the snow falls lightly
with a soft whisper:
and White Winter has come again.