Sitting in a room in the dark with the shades up
quietly absorbing the vibrations gently rocking the penthouse,
I am still.
Basking in the intermittent, fleeting flashes of fluorescent
blue, yellow, and ultraviolet lightning
I listen to the gentle rainfall on the roof and look down,
watching puddles form on the sidewalks.
Another flash of electric lilac illuminates the tea leaves twirling
in the glass tea tumbler gently clasped between my hands.
The irregularly curled leaves sporadically change direction
until they come to rest on the bottom, unfurling.
The earthy taste and steam combined with another
clap of thunder rekindle my tie with nature.
Tea is the ultimate storm-experiencing beverage, I think
as I thank God I'm not colorblind.