THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)

Scotch-Mist

See rain has always been my
calming sound, a soothing
natural melody that brings
peace to my mind
each and every bit as beautiful
as a mother's soulful hum
if only I had the will to stop
time, i would suspend this
watery gift and peek through
each one, sit within these
water droplets while they lazily
fall as if they can barely
be bothered to conform to
the will of gravity

As I uncover my eyes from
underneath the covers,
I hear the gentle tapping of
the raindrops against my
bedroom window, and as
I get up and slowly rub my
knuckles upon my eyes
I can already feel the soothing
coldness of the breeze
seeping through the window
a scent of wetness
like no other

This a day for long pants
and an umbrella,
a strong black coffee and
fried plantain on toast with chilli sauce
turning worn out pages of books long forgotten
A day for enjoying the things
that go with a change in season