Taupo Motel Room
Waken up by the Rumbling
Thunder for the first time
And it came like rolling rocks
Quite unlike the gentle breezy
drizzles of slightest droplet
that lets you walk with a hoodie
and still make you feel the warmth
The pouring rain like those cloud bursts
of Darjeeling Himalayas
The Taupo Lake probably within its
huge waters make its low
and one feels it just above
Not far distant – not but close
Quarters as if happening in the
the room next door.
It tapers down to the normal
gentlemanly drizzle and let you
sleep – cosy and comfy in the
the stillness of the night.
All is well. Despite there being
a thought – is it a wake-up
alarm or sorts of days to come
No let not the Trust in the
Bluey sky and the Father nearer let be Gone.