A breezy morning could be a lazy morning. A morning one would love to fall asleep again. But I felt so strange, I could feel something pleasant. Sounds of little drops taking me to a dreamy place. Trees and plants dancing to the tune of rain welcoming a fresh morning. Birds scared of rain sitting inside the bushes. Sun feeling embarrassed hid in between the gloomy clouds. A lovely morning to listen to the beautiful melodies and fall in love for reading your favourite book.
varsha 