A Gloomy Saturday

Poetry

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Such a gloomy cold Saturday.
The rain pitter-pattered on the roof;
washing away all the stains.

The earthy smell of the rain permeates the air,
I cosy up in my blue sweater with
a hot English Breakfast Tea on my right hand.

A thought comes to my mind;
what if,
each rain drops embody our blessings,
we will never be able to number them.