Today, the rain speaks softly—not with thunder, but with gentle whispers. It drapes the world in a cool, silken shawl, folding edges of light and shadow together.
Each drop tiptoes from the sky, tapping on rooftops and leaves like a quiet song played on glass and green. The earth drinks slowly, savouring every cool kiss.
The air feels thick with calm, like honey melting in warm tea. Even the breeze curls up and rests, holding still between raindrops.
Windows become watercolour paintings—blurred, gentle smudges of shapes and colours melting into one another. The streets gleam with quiet smiles, wet stones shining like softened glass beads.
Inside, the house breathes easy, wrapped in a hush deeper than sleep. A book lies open but unread, its pages breathing with soft sighs.
I sit, still and quiet, letting the rain fill the space between thoughts. Time bends softly here, slow as a dream unfolding.
This is a day not made for hurry.
A day where peace drips, drop by drop, from the sky.
The CJBuzz 