Its raining leaves

By Rini -

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It's Friday again. There's one more hour left and I can finally call myself a free bird waiting to fly to the horizon called weekend. A stressful hour, with no energy to learn anything, so distracted that even maths seems uninteresting now, sweaty because the weather can't decide if it wants to be hot or cloudy and mostly stressed about everything. Speaking of weather, I look out of the window and witness something so magical and mesmerizing that it puts a smile on my face.


The forest of trees is raining leaves. Yes leaves! It looked so romantic and playful. The yellow leaves falling gracefully with the greenest background with a sprinkle of brown trunks and branches. The scene was out of this world. There were so many leaves falling and covering the ground like a fluffy yellow blanket.


Reminded me of many things but the top list would be; going on an autumn date that includes a walk with a beverage to-go, the less travelled road that appears in the poem 'road not taken' poem by Robert frost (which btw is one of those fictional places I always wanted to visit and possibly not get myself unalived), a photo shoot with a theme.


I wanted to get out of my stressed life spiral and get rained by the leaves.


Quoting my poem 'you're my autumn', "The yellow leaves falling down to the ground It's the autumn"


Back when I wrote this scene I didn't know that it had the potential to be this beautiful but now I know. Falling is really beautiful, rain, snow and maybe love too.



The End.


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Who knew blogging without computer would be this difficult.

Won't recommend.



Have a great july.



Yours lovingly,

Rini.



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