Charcoal clouds shroud the sun.
Downpour is imminent.
Just like yesterday, or
the day before that, when
I ventured out on a stroll, was
subjected to a cold shower, was
chased back by thunder
all the (long) way home.
Staying at home today,
sipping steaming tea
to read poems of autumn
of those walking under falling leaves
along rivers so foreign.
This poem was written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Autumn. I live in Bangalore, India where it has been raining for weeks(seems like forever). The weather has been highly unpredictable. Today, the sun hardly got a peak in, in the morning. Then it got humid and balmy. In the afternoon, the skies suddenly darkened up and it rained. It continues to rain until now (midnight here).