Work your way, heavy rains
But my plans,
you cannot soak.
Look at what all I have -
There’s my diary
and here’s my blog;
there’s my paintbrush
and here’s the wall;
there's the window
and here's the view;
there are my books
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| Image courtesy: http://www.nomerebridges.com/blog/?p=193 |
I can read to no extent
I can write
till the world wakes up.
And after all,
even if I miss
a few hours' sleep,
it will not be the same,
these blithe rainy hours.
They’ll never be the same.
Written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kenia's Wednesday Challenge
Always things to do, with books, a pen and paper...andddd a little brother to boss about too (joking there) LOL
ReplyDeletelol Always! :D
DeleteYes that is a whole mind of a thinking, creative person....I like your solutions.....enjoy...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sreeja! :) Woke up to an awesome rain today. :)
DeleteI love this part:
ReplyDelete"Look at what all I have..
There’s my diary
and here’s my blog;
there’s my paintbrush
and here’s the wall;
there's the window
and here's the view;
there are my books
and there’s my love;
I can read to no extent
I can write
till the world wakes up."
So I guess a monsoon means too much eating and no exercise and therefore fat? Despite that crisis, with or without it, the monsoon changes everything, and nothing after it will ever be the same.
You got it right, Susan. There are always things to do when we think we are trapped in the confines of a place.
DeleteThanks for sharing your fave part. I'm lovin' IGWRT! :)
Nice!!! My escape from food is just as you've listed it here! Well written!
ReplyDeleteLOL!! Thanks, Hannah! :)
DeleteYou have a wonderful way with words!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen! :)
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