Cup of tea
Rolling thunder crescendoes,
as screaming birds signal high above.
Heavenly rain pours;
filling empty catchments.
The water level rises –
tinted with dead leaves and debris.
A light hail scatters by,
dotting and radiating the surface.
Gale waves past –
spinning and dancing windchimes.
With this scene before me,
I enjoy my cup of tea.
A refreshing poem, Padaek. Excelent!
Hi Jamie, Thanks for your comment. I appreciate it, especially coming from you. I normally have my tea black, so there was no omnipotent or bleeding white clouds. Hope you and Pam are enjoying your long weekend. Best wishes!