Is it the fresh smell of brewed coffee,
Or the coziness on my skin?
Is it the tap of raindrops on my roof,
Or the beautiful clouds above the sky?

Sometimes, it’s the bird
That sings sweetly in the tree.
And other times, it’s the tempting
Weather that pulls me back to bed.

Whatever the situation,
The rains are here.
And more than the downpour,
It is the blessing of the season
That keeps me grateful-
And longing for more of it.

©️ Rissih