Peaceful morning on the porch
Rain batters the tin roof Cleansing the city of its noise and pollution I sit and gulp hot chai and write a story of solitude Enveloped in my own The air is heavy with wet, clean and fresh to breathe Thick dampness on my skin births newness Stories and poetry are the frequent companion of rain -gjm 2015
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