It has been raining almost incessantly the whole day today in New York City. A drizzle turns into an abrupt downpour every now and then. At certain times it reminded me of the Monsoon in India. So I dug up a poem by Rebecca Russell and typed it out for you on VintageMailMaker using a foliage paper background. Here you go!
As I sit by the window, the rhythmic pattering of raindrops creates a soothing symphony that seems to echo the heartbeat of the city. The gray clouds hang low, casting a tranquil hue over the bustling streets of New York. The scent of wet earth mingles with the distant aroma of street vendors’ offerings, creating a unique olfactory tapestry. It’s moments like these that make me appreciate the beauty that can be found even in the most ordinary of days. The rain seems to wash away the frenetic energy of the city, leaving behind a sense of calm and introspection.
