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Sitting by the Window

15 Aug
Sitting by the Window

Sitting by the window, she stares at the grey sky outside, with a cup of Earl Grey in her hands.  The steam from the tea quietly fogs up the window in front of her.  All of the sudden, a raindrop sticks to the window in front of her.  Then the second one, third one…  one after one, the raindrop quickly becomes shower, and then a downpour.  The dry streets have now changed colour because of the wetness.  The people on the street, once walking calmly, now run for cover.  The neighbours, who are hanging their laundry outside, now scramble to retreat the clothes.  The plants, whose soil begins to dry up, now get a much-needed relief from nature.  The whole world seems somehow more energetic when the rain falls.  It seems that she is the only one in stationary.

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Posted by on August 15, 2012 in life, writing

 

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