Sunday, 14 March 2010

The Rainy Sunday

As I sit on my couch in the living room and look outside my window, I see small drops of rain hit the window-sill and bounce back. It is the onset of Spring, and I can almost see the green leaves on trees. Little sparrows flutter their feathers only to get wet again. A cool breeze gushes through the window to pass through my hair and makes me smile. I will need another cup of tea, I think. The sweet scent of drenched earth fills me and takes me far away from myself. I sit on my couch, unaware whether I am in the past, present or future.