A Rain Note From Yorkshire

Rainfall from the heavens Flashing lights on the horizon Tapping drops from the skies on frilly rooftops Whooshing splashes on leafy greens Pit-a-pat...pit-a-pat...!, rhythmic sounds on rusty metals. Grey sky with thin silver linings Stretching abreast its surface with thundering blasts Wavery but gentle on the earth Deep letterings on sandy soils Drenching flows on tree trunks. Soothing and surreal, the chills feel On such beautiful downpours at dusk in a little cottage in Meltham Wrapped in thick clothings Warmed by the idyllic glow from the fireplace And sip after sip from my lofty cup, that stays The zesty taste of my Yorkshire tea.