The weather mirrored my melancholy. It rained on our way back from office.
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
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can't expect sunny days always !
let some refreashment sick in
and give inspiration for writting ,
or just give you a freash , good mood ,
for positive feelings .
occational , wet and freash , no wishing
anytime for over excessive rains .