Rainy Days & Warm Blankets
Raindrops tap the windowpane,
A gentle rhythm, soft and plain.
Clouds roll in, the sky turns gray,
But peace arrives in this quiet day.
A warm blanket, snug and tight,
Holds me close in morning light.
A cup of tea, steam rising slow,
While time itself begins to slow.
No rush, no race, no need to roam,
Rainy days feel just like home.
In whispered drops, the world resets,
Wrapped in calm—and no regrets.
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