Monsoon clouds gather,
The mist like a feathery coat,
gently caresses the edge of the hill.
Beyond, the peaks melt,
Into the dense gray sky,
As sheets of rain fall.
I peer through the glass windows,
Of the little Red Room.
Note: A memory from my childhood - The little Red Room is the smallest room with a magnificent view at "Beaconsfield", a wooden house nearly 150 years old from the British period in the Hill town of Dalhousie.The house stands atop a hill and boasts of 11 large rooms, however the quaint and cosy Red Room is the place to sit with a cup of warm tea and gaze upon the mountains as the storm clouds gather.
