The mornings have been lazy lately,
with disturbed patterns of sleep,
you wonder when you go to sleep and when you wake up.
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But the mornings these days are also tremendously beautiful,
the sunlight hitting you just the right amount through the windows
the tree outside that’s blooming,
leaving just the right amount of flowers on the ground.
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The birds chirruping outside breaking the silence,
the squirrels cry out of joy,
all of them coming out at the right time.
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The evening strolls in the terrace,
with my coffee in hand,
the book I’m reading,
yet again the birds and the wind that brings in peace.
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And then today came the first of summer rains,
the birds all flying with a sudden alarm,
they welcome the rain even before we know of it,
the eagles flying above the clouds, welcoming the warmth.
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The petrichor hitting me first even before the drops of rain,
I let them fall on my face,
the heat comes down
there is this sudden chillness in the atmosphere,
and then it rains heavily…….
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I sit down enjoying the rainfall,
finishing my book,
wanting to write about it all,
but it’s worth the wait.
I wanted to take it all in.
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with rain came the wind,
the lighting and thunder,
the sun who went into hiding
comes back with company,
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the colors of
violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red
fills the sky,
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I continue sipping my coffee,
reading my book,
looking up constantly at the sky, the birds and the rainbow.
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I go back to sleep that night,
with a huge smile, a content heart and a finished book.
Thinking of a beautiful day that unfolded itself
seeing all those that no one saw,
that no one noticed,
that beauty,
and that melancholy of the day having finished so fast
the melancholy with serenity
that no one saw
no one would ever see
the melancholy with serenity…
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