Coffee Break Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Coffee Break



The sun slips behind clouds
playing at hide-and-seek
in a sea of blue overhead.

A bird pecks away on the roof
nailing down the shingles one by one!

The radio forecasts rain
with coffee-colored clouds
on the horizon

and soon rain
falls drumming
on rooftops
sluicing into gutters-

I love rain in August!

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