Rain Had Come

Rain had come
then, more gently, the mist
no mountains remain
only phantom crests
jagged with tree silhouettes.
Like a refugee on the doorstep
sipping hot tea
I watch the embers slowly die
the forest's scent grows ever more heady.
The sky roars
a first flash
then lightning strikes so close
that it makes me jump…
I'm drenched in tea.