Sometimes the greatest joys begin before the first raindrop falls—folded paper boats, hopeful skies, and childhood waiting for nature to keep its promise.
Eventide.
Muddied-grey sky,
holding humid promise.
Paper boats are ready.
Rain.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.