Watching Summer Showers

summer showers

with thunder force

nature’s pain… shouts

moody clouds across

innocent skies

now…. sinister grey

then the noise….

a million blunted


hits the earth

turning clay moist

soon the aftermath….

patches of blue….survive

sun peeps through

blackbirds hoe

the cool damp soil

the smell of cleansed


oh so delicately

soft steam rises

all this, in twenty minutes

while drinking tea!


Thatcher Doran


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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