Funny how this rain can give me peace.

What many dread — heavy down pour and possibly flooded streets,

What many take cover from,

I anticipate — await.

I bask in the inviting sweet tapping sound it makes on my window.

How flowers and the leaves on trees glisten in its shower,

And how empathetically it embraces me in its comforting embrace,

Hiding the tears that run through my face,

Masking the sadness in my eyes with a brief sparkle.

Blissful even for just a while.


Author: doreenmariaclara

I 'write' in the shower, like any normal person.

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