being studious..

sitting in a class
listening to a lecture
i was lost in thoughts
looking through the window
drumming my fingers
to the rhythm of rain
i kept watching
through that window

a breeze just appeared
splasing a few drops
over my face
through that window

someone was tapping
over my shoulder
asking me a question
that i failed to answer

that was my teacher
finding me lost
now asked me to get lost
through that open door...