It ‘s a gloomy day, the clouds are dismal. The clouds might have a tiff with the sun, Oh I can’t be too sure. It feels like the clouds are crying a river, literally. I’m looking behind my unwashed cherry blossom pink curtain, it was murky outside my window.
The flowers were drubbed by the forceful droplets of rain, the leaves can’t do nothing but sway with the bitter wind. Xomi and Jerylle are both taking a nap. I’m resisting the urge to turn this thing off and climb to bed with them.
I took my aubergine jacket off the rack and cover myself with the cottony fabric. I’m freezing ! The nicest thing to do in a cold rainy afternoon like this is just snuggle in bed and simply drift off to sleep and forget that I need to burn more posts.
The thunder made me cringe, the little one is oblivious to the loud vibrating boom of thethunder. I need to get back to work.