The wooden frame old and worn
Of the bay window by the side
Of a subtle wet garden blooming
Of Calla Lilies white over rich green beds
And the red Ecuadorian roses alongside the off-white fences
Silently absorbed the truth of nature in
While it RAINED an hour back very quietly and
To now when it thundered with pleasure
Or so it gave me while I sipped my promising coffee.
Rain more than her composition – her music
Gives me the bumps in my mind, in my heart
It calms my racing nerves to soothing notes.
I smile out of sheer satisfaction
When sights I see of clouding clouds
And the promises of pitter patter rain, of Thunder, the least- poetic skylines.
The Thunder lullabies generously
Caresses me into unburdened sleep
Even if the comfort of my feathered billet Reckoned
I was only glad to be in my rocking Embroidered chair
While I gazed at calm nature to the lake Beyond shouldered by green falls
From my window, smiling at the joyous music Of rain