A still summer morning holds its own kind of tension. Sunlight settles across the verandah, the air refuses to move, and even the leaves seem suspended in anticipation, waiting for the first touch of rain.
Sun-kissed verandah,
prays for the caress of rain,
the leaves hold their breath.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.