As I yawn and stretch, hoping to go to bed in the wee hours, accusing the nocturnal being that I have become, I hear the loud murmur of people and sound of objects being dragged. I wonder who would wake up this early. Don’t be amazed at me, I haven’t slept yet. As I proceed to take a peak through the window, I smell and see gentle showers tiptoeing quietly down to the earth. It seems it is careful so as to not to wake up anyone, and secretly plans for the surprise. Maybe, it waits to see ‘that’ expression on peoples face when they wake up in the morning. I am glad seeing my quiet visitor. Unable to escape the triumphant grin on my face, that is taking pride on the sense of smell, it mocks at the failure of ears. Triumphant, also because I feel fortunate that I am among the few awake, who are stealing into the beauty of this moment. Nature’s strange calmness reflects on my face now. It is serene. The next thing I remember is my eyelids getting heavy.
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