Sunday Morning Rain

I love waking up to the sound of rain drops on the shed, outside my room and in  mornings like this  when cool winds are blowing it's hard to leave the embrace of the warm blanket But I've opened every door for the wind to gush through the  rooms which has been dark and loomed .

If you could be here, you could see me standing at one of the door , holding a cup of tea and waiting  for it to cool down so I can drink it in one  single gulp,  see me looking at the pigeons which are abundant in our neighbourhood . I love birds and  I love how they can soar in the wind  on their free will. With every flap of their wings,  the dreadful dream of last night seems to fade away but  with every sip I feel the mood of it dawning on me .

On beautiful days like this. I like to open my arms and let the wind drift through me and take away the sadness but instead it fills me longing and desire to hold someone and share this moment together before everything which is finite ,fades away in this cold wind of rainy Sunday morning.