The sky all dark
humidity high
Leaves still

The birds are silent
Even the ocean so anxious
that the waves are hesitant

The streets are lull
The mood is dull
The air is heavy

A late afternoon
It's already late
Too much of waiting

For that rain to start
Expectations soar
A chill descends from above

And then it starts
Slowly but steadily
The momentum picks up.

The leaves are dancing
The waves are singing
The air is cool and fresh

A hot cup of tea
Is all that matters
Hopes high and up.