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...
I trail my fingers along the spines, braille-like, reading stories through touch. Dust motes dance in the grey light, disturbed from their slumber.
Each book is a doorway, promising escape from rainy reality. Choices, choices - which world to visit today?
Old friends beckon dog-eared pages like waving hands. New adventures tempt pristine covers talk of unknown thrills.
I finally pull one out, weight shifting, neighbours lean in to fill the gap. The scent of paper and ink rises, a perfume of countless journeys.
I crack open the cover and hear that satisfying sound of possibility. First words appear, breadcrumbs leading into the forest of the story.
I settle into an armchair, My body is here but my mind is elsewhere.
Rain taps the window, a soundtrack to my silent reading. Pages turn, soft shush, marking time's passage. Laughter bubbles up, or tears threaten to fall.
My feet tucked under, slowly going numb, unnoticed. Lost in other lives, other worlds, other times.
I look up, disoriented, the room is darker now. How long has it been? Clock hands have sprinted while I wandered.
I close the book, reluctantly, The real world rushes back. But something has changed - I'm not quite the same as before.
This rainy day journey, taken without leaving my chair. Bookshelf adventures, the safest way to live dangerously.
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