It’s not raining…

No, it’s not raining outside.

The weather is as sound as it could be. The wind is as calm as it could be. 

Still I can hear the dripping water… No, it isn’t my imagination you see.

Come closer and listen quietly ! 

Drop by drop or should I say bit by bit… It fills that old, stained empty vessel concealed inside the womb of mother earth.

Believe me when I say that it’s not raining outside, but I can smell that fragrance of wet soil.. It certainly leaves a smile on my face..

But not long enough I could hold that curve, ’cause I know that it’s not raining outside..


8 Comments Add yours

  1. Akhila says:

    Nice thoughts.. yes believe you..😉

    1. Thanks a lot for the lovely comment..

  2. Jeni G.J says:

    Interesting..enjoyed reading this..I feel it’s not an’s actually raining outside.

    1. Thanks a lot for your valuable comment.. Really glad that you could connect..
      Have a good time dear 🙂

  3. C’est très joliment écrit

    1. Merci beaucoup … Content de pouvoir vous connecter 🙂

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