coffee and the rain

A light drizzle 

Just a drizzle.. 

I run to my kitchen

With one thing in mind

I need my coffee 

Never have I felt what it feels like

Coffee, the rain and a bit of music 

I've heard people say it's heaven 

I've heard people sing about it

But how I yearn to feel it

The hot coffee in hand, and the rain no more

I walk to my room in remorse

Circe stared at me from the bookshelf 

A sip of my coffee, a whiff from the book

Coffee and rain wouldn't come even close.. 

Circe told me her father's chamber shone like the sun

But with the sun in my eyes and coffee in my hand, my smile shines brighter

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Oajaswini S