Rain pings window pane
Feet warm in old moccasins
Feel softness of sox
Rain pings window pane
Feet warm in old moccasins
Feel softness of sox
Posted in Haiku, Small wonders
Tags: Haiku, Rainy day, Wonder of senses
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I love the rain we get here in Singapore. Warm and not too windy. I can stand for hours looking at the rain and often walk in the rain. The neighbours think I am nuts. LOL.
That is my kind of rain, too. I do my grocery shopping on foot and walking in a light rain feels good.
Funny… rain started tonight and should go on all day tomorrow… Think I’ll stay in 😉
Same here. Stay dry. 🙂
Rain is still here today, too. 😦
Oh sounds comfy ❤️
It was a nice stay at home day. 🙂
Yes, those are indeed special days. So beautifully expressed. Thank you.
Happy to hear you have days like this, too. 🙂