the environment for poetry

coldness of rain the sound of the falling droplets the warmth of tea i sip it and sip sinking deep in my mouth the taste and flavour thatw as luxury a bit of calming music making me drawn to it the soothing music and sound it was enough to make me bound the warmth of tea swirling in my mouth the soothing called wind running with pace in the background was enough to make me bound a bit of calming music while i am reading poetry