Swan songs of serenity

In continuance to yesterday's gloomy weather, wherein I'd hinted that it might result in rains or cooler days; well, soothsayer in da house, because it began raining last night, and has still not ceased. 

The weather demands you wear a light jacket and the house is shrouded in such mournful darkness that it almost jerks a tear or two of sheer happiness. 

Feels like sitting in a wooden cottage in one of Kiplings jungles, minus the wildlife, that is. (It'll soon be fixed by the arrival of Gogi) 

I write this from the balcony, where I have on my person, a small pot of fabulous tea, and a visage of exquisite green expressions, with a background choir of nosediving pellets of fattened dew drops.

 

I feel calm, collected and convivial, at least this morning.

Morning moods of joy de vivre, as we all know, start falling apart, or rather come unglued steadily with day's progression..and there's no dearth of rants for when that happens..but for now, there's no noise, save the pleasant jangle of unvarying rain drops hitting the earth, the incessant smooth sounds of percolating water from the architecturally designed exit wounds in the house, and the subtle splash echoing from thickets of leaves as they slowly fall and crest,  swinging under weight of cascading water droplets. 

As a tribute to this wonderful weather, there shall be more tea today.