Dark clouds are filled with density and heaviness,
Searching for a spot to release their burden,
Refreshing the earth with showers,
Received through pitter patter.
Winds dance,
Shaping the direction of rainfall.
While I sit still on my porch,
Warm cups of tea create an unlikely harmony with cool air.
Who knew such a sensation existed?
Never have I been one to despise a day like today.
Raindrops performed in melodious patterns,
As my pen makes imperfect marks on clean paper.
If only you knew that the rain has things to say
To those who listen and don’t complain.

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