Saturday Rain

 

Rainy Window View

View through a rain-streaked window
A close-up, tranquil photograph of a window pane with many raindrops and streaks of water trickling down the glass. The background is softly blurred, showing the muted, dark silhouettes of a tree and a house on a peaceful, rainy morning.
The world outside is a gentle blur, but here, in the quiet moment between the window and the rain, is a perfect peace.

The Quiet Grace of a Saint Lucian Morning

The world outside in whispered grey and soft,

A steady cadence from the roof aloft.

Each silver bead that traces down the pane,

Is a small bell that chimes away the pain.


The Rhythm of the Rain

The hurried thoughts that clutter up the week,

Now fade to mist, a silence to un-speak.

No need for sun, no need for work to start,

Just the soft rhythm, a beating of the heart.


Gentle Pause

This precious pause, where worries find no hold,

Is more than treasure, worth more than pure gold.

For in this stillness, in this gentle grace,

We find ourselves, in our own sacred space.


Quiet Comfort Behind the Blurred Pane

Like petals waiting for a final bloom,

We find our solace in a quiet room.

The truest beauty, hushed and softly kissed,

Is born within the comfort of the mist. 


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