Sunday morning rain is falling

Why can’t every day be Sunday? Where I find myself snuggling underneath a blanket of leisure, hiding but not necessarily safe from the realities of work. I love it especially when it rains because the drizzling drops echoes  like the sound of thoughts in my head. I feel peaceful in this pool of serenity.

Why can’t tomorrow still be Sunday?

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