COLD COFFEE REMAINS

My coffee turned cold under cloud covered skies.
The voices of animals heard only as cries.
Off in the distance the waves slapped the shore.
Almost in anger as the rain begins to pour.
Then thunder and lightning take over the skies.
And I react like a child with hands over eyes.
Then louder the thunder crashed in my ears.
The child in me wished for it quick - disappear!
As I ran for cover from thunder, lightning and rain,
Left on the table, my cold coffee remains.