Don’t coffee taste better in the rain?
What other perfect match made
for the mind, heart, and soul?
An open door to an escapade.
That strong, sweet feather tickles
you away like a thief would
from the worries of the moment.
True comfort is understood.
Howls heard through tree branches;
the first raindrop soon has a refrain.
What better recipe do you know-
Don’t coffee taste better in the rain?
~Naomi Thompson