#rainy writings

[wtchy-writings-blog]

Rainy City Day: a concept

Rain outside your window on a chilly September morning. A cat purrs by your bedside, gently waking you from slumber. The scent of peppermint tea wafts through your cozy flat as the city traffic rumbles in the background.

You open sliding glass doors, and a waft of humid air welcomes you to the bustling city. You touch dew-encrusted roses growing in your rooftop garden, and wave hello to the palms swaying in the breeze.

You sigh with content, for you would never wish for another morning but this.

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[sun2clouds2rain]

Life is endless Life is eternal Life has a timer

If someone were to say to me They found a way, and sailed Life's Seas I would not believe them

I would not believe They left the sea to speak to me I would not believe They left the sea to share with me

Because to leave the sea is to reach its end And there is no end once you begin. No sandy shores or rocky cliffs The only end is when you transcend

Transcend this Land and its coils Its bonds that make stomachs roil For this Land is not one of Life It is much too full of pain and strife.

No this Land is too full of death To have one sail the seas of life And think even once that they might like To return from whence they came And share their tale of what Life became.

On the sea where there is no god On the sea, away from Land's fraud. One can find truth in sight And follow it into light