Dark clouds take over the whites,
As the extra-terrestrial shine is whipped off the sky.
Busy feets rushing for some shade to hide
While I sit near the Tea stall with a cigarette to light.
The first thunder frames itself and my tea is served,
I light my cigarette as roaring drops start pouring from above.
A inverted rainbow Springs across my face
While suited men curse the rain.
I take a sip of my tea
Just perfect as one can be,
Some smoke to feel in the gaps
I wallow in the after heat shower in the city.