The night after the rain

The rhythm of the morning rain yesterday was good.

Sense of sight and hearing and smell finally collaborate.

Raindrops filled up the leaves of trees in my garden.

Walking down the street on the way to work, stepping on the still-wet path,

the morning was unusually quiet.

Fresh air smells really good.

Listening to my colleague complaining about the weather while I kept quiet.

Sometimes sunny sometimes rainy.

How annoying it is =)

Which do you prefer?

"You want to stay with me in the morning,

you only hold me when I sleep,

I was meant to tread the water,

now I've gotten in too deep."

You Give Me Something - James Morrison

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