The sun is hidden behind the grayest of gray clouds. Rain droplets drip in a pattern like motion down the glass window. The trees appear green, mossy and wet as its branches shake off the water within every few wind blows. A flood had formed in the nearby ditch, the water - gold and orange. It had slowed since this morning, but it all still looks so beautiful.
I sit here, sipping at my green tea and nibbling at my half eaten egg sandwich, wondering what today will bring. What inspiration will spark inside from a wet day? Many answers may crawl through my mind and they may remain locked up. Though, only I have the key.
I feel inspiration building up inside as I sit here, allowing the words to pass through my fingers and onto the keyboard of my laptop. I was wishing to paint today, but the weather had not allowed me to. So I sit inside, with my laptop and I write about whatever comes to mind. I love how rainy days strike inspiration more than any day.
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