The Rainy Days
On the rainy days; Trees are swinging and yawning; happy about how pretty they look.
Birds chirp through the trees; happy about the sweet breeze.
What about humans of world. Happy to lie in bed!
Not just being lazy; but want to feel the wind through the air.
Smelling the dust of earth; laying in bed.
Hoping this will last forever. Hearing things like bells.
Right across a neighbor.
Could anything other rain bring joy upon my soul.
On the rainy days; the beauty of life appears.
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