Illustration Friday "Storm"

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.