Rain A Blessing For Readers

I sat by the window on a gloomy day,

Observing each droplet pave it’s way.

The serein was a pleasure to my eyes,

for a reader, it was a blessing in disguise. 

I flipped many many pages of ink,

While each hour passed by in a blink. 

with the mellifluous rhythm of the pour,

I got to enjoy the fresh and fragrant petrichor.

As a reader, this was a dream come true.

Before the sky re-transitioned from gray to blue.

The Brumous evening had come to an end,

The nature was now once again verdant.

I’ll wait for this seraphic lucky chance,

When I’ll once again get to see the raindrops dance

The book for next time is already chosen,

Because reading for me is not a hobby, it’s an emotion.