It started raining a little before noon today, just a light rain. Its soft and gentle patter filled my heart with gladness, and I could not help but “think to myself, what a wonderful world.” I sat out on the doorstep as the trees waved their limbs in a lazy, meandering manner, like sleeping giants just for a moment stretching themselves only to fall back into slumber with a deep yawn.
The world, nature, is beautiful; it delights me. It is a song, it is music too deep to be known, composed by the same hand that has formed me.
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