Cats and Digs

It was going to be a hot day,
Or so I supposed.
The weather was humid,
The sun bright,
The ceiling fan was running slow
Even though the regulator was set on its fastest.
When I went to give the crows their bread
The sky was clear around the sun,
There were clouds here and there,
But not the ones I thought would bring any rain.

And suddenly, it began to rain.

When it rains,
We always hurry to close the windows,
Especially my father
Who, otherwise lazy, would be on his heels.

I had already planned on having coffee today,
The shermaal bread was an added bonus.
I took a cup of hot water, put in a spoon of Nescafe,
And then tore open a sachet of zero cal sugar
- added it to the steaming cup.
I am not a fan of bitter coffee,
But I like my homemade coffee little less sweet.
Heated the shermaal bread in the microwave,
The heat turned it soft and fluffy.
Took the two things,
And stood aimless for a while.
Decided to watch the rain while I eat
On a day like this, breakfast had to have some aesthetic.

Before I tore the piece of sweet bread
Or sipped my coffee,
I had to take a picture.
After all, I had to share them with the world (so to speak).

The rain literally pours down on one of our window glasses,
It's as irritating as it's beautiful.
The downpour on the glasses makes it hard to see the rain outside,
It's like looking while you pour water on your head.
While steady water is clear as a raven's eye,
Running water is a bad conductor of sight.

I sat on the bed and ate my breakfast,
The slightly bitter coffee complemented well with the sweet shermaal.

It rained, almost till past afternoon,
And the rain has turned the supposed hot day cold.
Chilly, to be precise,
And I am very much sure tonight's gonna be a cold night
- but a good one, of course.