Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us RAIN.

The small droplets of water pounded the uncanny rhythm on the tin windowsill. I see a pattern made out of water on my window. The drops race each other on the window pane. I sit in the warmth and  observe the wet world from the safety of my dry room.

I imagine that the world is a big aquarium, watered by natural monsoons.

The people are fishes of various kinds, all swimming, aiming for the same purpose.

To reach the absolute.

To touch the perfection.

To reach the everlasting truth.

It’s all clear to me, like the  water that falls from the azure sky.

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