rain...part 1

the monsoon had come again...
the rain, the sighing and mournful tune of the wind
as it swept around
cloaked in the gloom of the dark and dreary clouds,
the lightning streaking across mischievously
as the thunder grumbled,
sonorous and deep...

the frogs began a chorus
they were happy.

she watched the rain
as it began in silvery fine droplets
and ended in large, solid drops
that hit the road,
she saw the sparks as they did.
she thought of her life,
what it meant, what she had done so far...
sitting by the window. she saw a lot,
some saddening, some gladdening, some amusing.
but she was at home now, and
time allowed her to muse.

then crossing over to the kitchen,
she made a cup of coffee.
drinking it, revelling in its warmth and
its aroma...
then off to bed she went,
curled up under her blanket...
she smiled and dreamed away...