Rainy Sunday

I peek through the half-drawn curtain, 

The view, making my heart skip a beat; 

Tint of blue and green, making me yearn, 

For time to pause in this divine retreat; 

Plants in my garden, swaying in ecstacy, 

To rhythms of the patter of raindrops; 

A cuckoo bird singing her quaint melody, 

The cooing of pigeons perched on the rooftop; 

Wet scanty land, devouring the dribble, 

Graciously embracing the touch of sanctity; 

Stealing my heart, little by little, 

Capturing it in my soul, for eternity!

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