A Few Drops of Rain

The pensive sky, in its grey ominous glory, watches quietly from above. Fatigue creeps upon me as I gaze at the drops of rain on the glass pane of my car. The world is silent, and yet there is the sound of the rain. It imparts comfort and cleanses the bedaubed world.
All that occupies our day suddenly becomes irrelevant. Brief thoughts of post-it notes scribbled with action items flashes into my mind but is quickly flung afar. Now is not the time to reflect on the tribulations of our existence. Rather, now is a time to let ourselves be enveloped by the atmosphere. A few drops of rain, a gentle breeze, and a realization that all the troubles of this life, will eventually get washed away.


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