A morning that began far too early for my contemplation and as I sit working out the rest of the day in my head I hear the rains doing that thing they do, wetting the streets, darkening the skies, lengthening shadows in my house.
It's tempting to switch on the light but something about the coolness that rains bring which adds to the grey gloom of the house turning the insides invitingly caliginous.
This isn't how some believe mornings should be, rayless and somber but I don't mind it, seeing how it reflects my mood and also why should morning be with lights when the night is long gone?
Rains, ah rains are always lovely.
I've never had anything against rains at all.
Perhaps because I was growing up in a very tropical coastal region that saw monsoons almost akin floods from the sky and it uplifts my mood.
Of course, one can't move out and about without hesitation in this weather and it's sticky and wet and humid after and I will most definitely complain about the mugginess but what of it?
Right now I listen to the chatter, look at the steadily dimming room, stare out at opaque black clouds and contemplate tea.
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