Sitting at the verandah admiring the soft patter,
with a cup of tea and a book in my hand.
Watching the sky gloomy and pleasant,
My thoughts as clear as water in a lake.
No anger, no worry, no sorrow, just peace,
The birds in their nests and the frogs out to celebrate.
I close my eyes, taking in the beauty while my tea gets cold,
Stuck on the same page of the book, reading the sky.
Weather of tranquility, some thunder comes along,
Breaking the delicate glass, the thoughts scattered for a second.
Soon the thunder becomes a part of the melody,
Blending with the nature.
I thought the thunder got softer but truly the thunder I learnt to live with,
With the thunder and the rain, the sound of cars going by joined in too.
Slowly but surely the rain stops, leaving my heart unsatisfied,
but leaving a better sight to see.
The grass greener than ever and the trees more vibrant,
The birds out of their nest, chirping with bliss.
The soft sunshine touches the earth, everything shining like diamonds,
Seeing this I understand, true wealth was never jewels.
The clouds go away, revealing the bright blue sky,
With my tea cup still full and the book unread.
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