Whispers Above the Clouds

‎Whispers Above the Clouds ‎ ‎A Rainy Day Reflection with Tea on the Mountain's Crown ‎ ‎The sky leans low with a silver frown, ‎As raindrops kiss the mountain's crown. ‎I sit where earth and heavens meet, ‎Tea in hand, the silence sweet. ‎ ‎Clouds drift like thoughts I’ve left behind, ‎Their edges frayed, their paths unsigned. ‎Each sip a warmth against the chill, ‎Each breath a moment standing still. ‎ ‎No roads below can reach me here, ‎Where wind and whisper both are clear. ‎The world fades soft, the rush undone— ‎A poem steeped in mist and sun. ‎ ‎Ink runs slow on dampened page, ‎As nature turns another age. ‎Yet in this rain, in sky so wide, ‎A quiet joy begins to rise. ‎ ‎For what is life, if not a climb, ‎With moments like this, lost in time? ‎Above the noise, above the crowds— ‎I found my soul ‎among the clouds.