barish

Listening to the rain fall outside, it creates a melody I love. The windows open, the storm is so refreshing and new, as the smell of rain fills my room, the candle light flickers as a cool breeze ascends across my room. I lay here alone, but in peace. I snuggle in my favorite blanket and I watch the lightening as it dances in the sky; I listen to the thunder echo. The storm takes its time, there is no rushI close my eyes and breathe in..