The rain falls once again I sit on a chair near the balcony Opening the window the strong scent of rain drills through my nostrils, The thoughts of cacophonic sounds inside my head looming suddenly disappears, The rain still falls hard but gently the sounds of it creates a relaxing sound that you like to hear.
I open up a book of Coelho's, Reading till page seventeen and I closed the book and got up Going to the kitchen I warm up some black coffee to drink, I picked up my favorite mug and poured the steaming hot coffee that just finished heating up, I hold the mug feeling it's warmth with both hands, holding it tight.
I walked back at the balcony Sitting at the chair and placing the mug I look at the view in front of me, of how these tiny water droplets stay still when falling down the air and breaks after falling to the ground, and I remembered, "Oh, that was me" I take a sip off this piping hot coffee I feel the warmth spreading and glanced at the beyond and there I became deathly still.