Strikingly Beautiful
it was a strikingly strange day! it rained pitter patter in the morning, it rained drip drop in the afternoon, but it did not rain at all in between!
ruby-red sun was up, the mellifluous birds started chirping, I felt I could rest in the warmth of magnificent sun, and watch my demure white Jasmine. it looked so elegant like a ravishing bride, waiting with beating heart for her beloved to arrive. pretty bridesmaids were the frolicking tulips in gorgeous red and yellow outfit.
it was a strange day, but it was a perfect day with the full-throated robins crooning a magical sonata, the fresh rain-showered green lawn to tread, as soft as blushing petals of rose. I am sure my graceful Jasmine felt she had nothing more to ask for!
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