Coffee in a Rainy Day

Gray curtains drape the morning sky,
Soft percussion on the windowpane—
A thousand silver fingers drumming by,
While steam curls up like whispered names.

The mug is warm between my palms,
A small sun captured in ceramic hold.
Dark elixir, rich with quiet charms,
Awakens stories yet untold.

Outside, the world dissolves in mist,
Puddles mirror fractured light;
Inside, the bitterness turns to bliss,
As rain and coffee blend the night.

Each sip a pause, a gentle sigh,
A hearth against the weeping weather.
In this small ritual, time drifts by—
Just me, the rain, and warmth together.