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Rainy mornings

I love waking up to the sound of the rain. It feels like a different, watery form of sunrise. The air is cool, clear, fresh. Somewhere up above, I imagine the best in the universe got concentrated, condensed and nurtured in a large silk pouch. Then these formed perfect jewels of beauty and tenderness. When the time is right, all those jewells, all that goodness, comes pouring down and then falls away.

And I step out into a world that is whole, new, changed.

May you often wake up to rain.

Comments

Vinita said…
Oh no, if i wake up to rain...ill go back to sleep :)
Mukta Raut said…
:-) yes, vinita - there is that! he he!
Anonymous said…
Because there is Only ONE God...One Creator....and ONE abode of his...

No andarwala or baharwala or ajubajuwala....just upparwala :)

God Bless....

Sayoni
Anonymous said…
Sorry posted the God comment in this Rain place..
Mukta Raut said…
well, sayoni - that is one opinion.:-)

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