Just when the dawn broke in, I hear the forceful knockings of the rain. From the sound of it, I can sense it’s densed and impatiently piercing through my ears. There, my silent sleep, disturbed in contempt yet harmonious manner. In an utmost, I began to wander with my thoughts.
The sun is nowhere to be found, while thunders are echoing from the heavens. Lightning is to be compared to a drunken man who reeks of peaceful chaos, right, a chaos that brings peace in me. The wind have kept its warmth, as it brushes through the walls ignoring the coolnes of the falling rain.
Heaven’s grace, what a wonderful morning to celebrate June 1st. In such an ecstatic moment, it’s as if drumrolls ascended right through welcoming the dawning of new beginnings. Despite the presence of gloomy skies, I am deeply dazzled with the wonders brought upon by these wonderful perks of my precious life.
- 1st of June, A Melancholic Morning (the runaway child)
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