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Sunday evening

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With the dark clouds engulfing the city,
the leaves reveal their true colours.
With the wind sweeping off the dusty roads,
the rain graces the Sunday evenings.

Sipping my cappuccino,
plugging on my earphones;
I tune to my favourite playlist.

The cool breeze kissing my cheeks
and the raindrops drenching my feet,
gear me up for the Mondays, already.

I wait for the lightning to capture the snails crawling on the fresh wet leaves,
And pause the playlist to listen to the sound of thunders and rains.

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