Sitting at the window
watching the clouds cry
Tears weaving their way in the breeze
gliding down the glass
strumming a lullaby on the rooftop–a calming lilting sound as it whispers in the wind
There is no sadness
Everything is serene
A small opening in the window lets in
the smell of a freshly baked earth
made with love like our grandmothers did
Wonderful memories that should be cherished
Water trickles down the soil enriching its roots
while the trees are washed, cleansed, and renewed
At that moment the mind wanders freely
Every muscle relaxes
Inhaling and exhaling
Counting each breath
Letting it out slowly
There’s no plan
but to sit here and listen to the delicate, swollen droplets of rain
until it becomes just a mist
The perfect moment to get a natural face mist
Pores no longer dehydrated but nourished
Champagne bubbles against the skin
To do nothing but enjoy the rain is a favorite pastime
To appreciate the little things that life has to offer
A time to let the mind be free
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Comments (1)
What a joy to read!