April 10, 2012

Wonderful Weather Watchman

As you sat through the storm,
That moment had come,
When the dust caught your eye,
And you rubbed it for long,
Till your eyes were proper again,
And the spectacle in front became,
What a few would think as blunt
As a knife not sharp,
Or a pencil that fell,
But, then the rain began to disturb,
What you'd begun to tell.
And the cup of tea you'd made,
Inside in the comfort, that lay,
You pondered whether to go get it,
Or just sit and watch the rain.