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| Rain-kissed |
Reclining on my cozy bean bag near the window
with a warm cup of coffee and watching the tranquil downpour,
The first rains of the summer
slaking Earth’s thirst and so also mine...
The pitter-patter of raindrops, as if knocking on my window asking me to come out...
The dripping window panes, little streams and drops of water,
one drop, two, many more follow down... each one set on a journey,
A calming sight...
Like an assuaging emollient to everyone, nature has reworked her magic.
The feel of the soft breeze and with it the earthy smell of fresh clean rain...
Sliding my hands out of the window, I try to count each raindrop that falls,
as the raindrops kiss and caress my parched skin with their cold soothing touch.
Humming at first, then breaking into a quiet song, I lift my face into the rain, feeling the joy of freedom....
opening my mouth to taste the rain, submitting myself to the solace of simplicity.
I wish to stand here by the window all evening till I could be soaked to the skin...
