What would you do on a rainy day?
Rain patters quietly on my window.
I briskly walked to my room,
And sat on my little, nice windowsill chair.
It's quiet and peaceful and I think.
I look at my deepest thoughts,
And realize my inner feelings,
I start to chant hymns and jump in my bed.
I felt softness across my face,
Like sun kissed breeze blowing through my golden hair,
And the wind whistling in my ear.
The moon and the stars came and embraced me.
A rhythm of sweet birds chirping and a beautiful song dawdled inside of me.
I close my eyes and experience something unexplainable and unimaginable.
I am speechless.
Is this a dream?
What intoxication is this?
As I gazed at the mirror,
I saw my beauty, not on the outside, but on the inside.
And a twinkle lit up my eyes.
I blushed and lowered my gaze.
My lips are wet and quenched.
Though I seem small, I take on the world,
Overcome by love and I win every time.
I triumph.
Pit, Patter Patt,
Droplets of misty rainwater
Falls like snowflakes in summer,
It gives me a dazzling sparkle.
The flowers are singing like in the Spring equinox.
What would you do on a rainy day?
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