Rain on the sill
The rain is tapping on the sill, The busy street grows soft and still. I let the hurried morning go, And sip my tea a little slow.
Everyday · Peaceful
A permission slip for a quiet afternoon.
The rain is tapping on the sill, The busy street grows soft and still. I let the hurried morning go, And sip my tea a little slow.
Everyday · Peaceful
A permission slip for a quiet afternoon.