Beautiful
The rain overnight has just stopped this morning. Fresh air. Wonderful. A sweet aroma of the sultry soil hangs just above its layer. I close my eyes. The wind flows past me. Birds chirping somewhere near... those that had gone to hiding and been there for the last evening and night. The leaves are so lively green and the sky- impressively blue. Here I am watching and feeling all this from my room. Gazing at the window that opens to the garden at the back. Wanna have a walk out... probably cycle past the river bank nearby or may be just sit here and watch. I don't wish to shift my gaze a bit from here. With the stopping of the rain a thousand dazzling raindrops are resting on the flowers and branches. Those diamonds... wish to keep them as they are- shining, tiny and peaceful- forever. After long days of harsh summer weather everything seems so jolly, jolly in the sense brings myself back to me. For a long time it seemed like the real me... lost in imaginations and illusions was somewhere away. Now I feel relaxed, again like myself. I have never disclosed things clearly. I am not actually of the sort who thinks of happiness and elation to be full of excitement, enthusiasm...the enjoyment to be loud. I am kind of a person who feels drained with the rain outside, flies with those white clouds, sings with the birds... I consider the river to be my mate, knowing and understanding me to the fullest. May be you say this weird, might be stupid but that is all I am. Now the rain begins again. I am looking outside. The clouds are somehow bringing a lump to my throat, trying to say me something but huh! I don't know what. The weather is distracting, the green outside bright enough to attract even a dying soul. No more am I lost. This is me. I have got her back. Happy. Blissful. Fantastic. The silent me...
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