Rainy Days

Updated: Nov 30, 2020


On rainy days my heart is a river. It grows with every drop, overflowing and hardly being able to remain in my chest.


On rainy days my mind is an adventurer. It wanders all over the world, discovering nature and cities, food and how the air smells.


On rainy days my soul is older than usual. It rests inside me like an elderly regular guest.


On rainy days I'm half present in the moment and half absorbed in my thoughts. Past, present and future - tapping on my window, saying hello and saying goodbye.

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