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The skies have finally opened up and the rain’s been pattering all night. I open my eyes to a gorgeous, newly washed morning. I’ve never been one to get drenched in the rain, but the light drizzle as I leave for work seems to lift my spirits up. The bus windows are misted up giving a hazy view of the world speeding by outside. Vivid hues of jade seem to spill onto the blue vastness. Tiny droplets seem to chase each other down the pane. The rhythmic pit pattering on the bus top slips me into a reverie.
Its times like this that makes me realise what we truly miss out in the mad rush that we live in.
Its times like this that makes me realise what we truly miss out in the mad rush that we live in.
