This enchanting collection of poems celebrates the quiet magic of rainy days, inviting readers to curl up with a warm cup of tea and explore the beauty of grey skies.
From misty mornings to stormy nights, each poem is a soft blanket for the soul, e...
The first drop falls and muscle memory takes over. My hands reach for the kettle, a Pavlovian response to the pitter-patter.
The blankets emerge from hiding, like hibernating bears greeting spring. But this is no awakening - it's an invitation to burrow deeper.
The bookshelf waves at me, Its spines lined up like old friends at a reunion. My fingers trail, hesitating, choosing, and finally, plucking the perfect companion.
The candles flicker to life, tiny suns in a grayscale world. Their scent mingles with petrichor, nature and nurture in olfactory harmony.
The couch groans softly, welcoming my familiar weight. The cushions rearrange themselves, moulding to well-known contours.
A spoon clinks against ceramic, stirring clouds into coffee. Steam rises, curling like question marks, asking nothing, promising everything.
My socked feet tuck under my thighs, a pretzel of comfort and warmth. The rain's rhythm syncs with my gentle breathing, in-out, drop-drop, a meditation unplanned.
These movements, this dance, rehearsed a thousand times before. Yet, each rainy day feels like the first, a rediscovery of the art of slowing down.
In this routine of rest and reflection, I find my truest self - not in the doing, but in the being, raindrops keeping time with our hearts.
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