Rain check

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.