melted
molded
molten
golden
bending with the wind
striking like the hammer
lightning booms
it's hailing in April
I make my coffee
hot enough to melt mushrooms
hot enough to warm me from the inside
I move my burning, shaky fingers,
as I stir the spoon
I hear the thunder rumble
my stomach rumbles too
this coffee I made is enough for two
I step outside to get a closer look
I'm alone now
it's what I wanted
all for me
these shaky fingers
these deep breaths
the hail softens to snow
I exhale
It's a fools snow
as the ground is too wet
for anything to stick
slippery sticky frozen mess
I feel blessed, shaking out the stress
I sigh and go back inside
it's about time to leave the house
and I begin to hear the pitter patter of rain again