I.
I turned the kettle on
by pressing a little button
on its metallic side
slightly downward.
The light went on,
a cold blue hue,
warming the water,
while I sat
while I looked out the window.
It wasn't raining
but I wished it was.
An idle hand took the kettle
and poured boiling water over my head.
It spilled on carpeted floors.
They were ****** but
hot water doesn't ruin carpet.
****.
It rained.

II.
I turned the kettle on
by pressing the contoured button
slightly downward.
I stared into the see-through opening
to watch it boil.
It didn't
because the power was out.
I should have known
because the refrigerator
smelled of dead fish.

III.
I turned the kettle on
by pressing the little button
slightly downward.
The light went on
so I knew it was working
and sat down to look out the window.
It was raining.
I wished to smell it
so I opened the window.
It smelled of rain.
I was not surprised.
The bubbling sound
was made by boiling water.
I was not surprised.
The ceylon tea
smelled of earth.
It was refreshing.
Vapor danced over the surface
of the hot water,
over the wet herbs infused in it.
I danced holding the cup.
The vapor danced with me.
I put the hot tea to my lips.
It warmed me while
I cooled it.
It spilled on the carpet
But I did not care,
for I had more water
and it was ****** carpet anyway.