She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.
~ Sanhita Baruah
There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.
~ Joyce Rachelle
