The occasional sound
Of the unsteady evening shower
Reach me through the walls.
The perky arms of trees lined clapping
Annex beats to the music.
The Pitter patter of the fall
On the shed and the concrete,
The dripping wetness add a subtle note to it.
I wake up from my open eyed sleep,
And walk to the veranda to witness the deed.
The wind rushes to invite me to its evening gala,
Brushing against my soul
And planting a soft wet kiss on my lips.
Wow. Love this.
A perfect description of the rain outside one’s window during a storm.
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It was beautiful indeed. Thank. You for appreciating my words. β€
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Like everything you write, this is beautiful buddy.
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Thank you so much. π
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Wow, beautiful!
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it. πππ
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Beautiful bud.
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Thank you so much. I am glad you liked it.
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How sweet
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Beautifully penned…….
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Thank you Bongtrip! π
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