its one of those days.

only on
a few days
do you feel
like
this

you wake up
to
find
the evening skies
grey
rain drops
like
thin needles
falling
lazily

and
you don’t sulk
or go back to
sleep

you walk down
in the
rain
grab
a cup of
hot tea
sit under some shade
and watch the
world

steam from the tea cup
rising
and the rain drops
falling
you stare
the pathway
the puddles
the drops on the grass
and
lose yourself
somewhere
in the middle

you take a sip
and the tea
tastes like
sugar-water
but you drink it
anyway
for it seems like
the natural thing
to do
on such
evenings

you put your headphones
on
play some nice song
walk back
almost in the rain
just a few drops
leaving marks
on the
left side
of your shirt

you enter the room
switch on the lights
open the laptop
and
start typing
a poem

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