This chill morning

I am in the bed

My eyelids unwilling to open

My eyes are closed and wish to continue thesleep

I opened my eyes slowly like a theatre screen opens, highly satisfied

Still I am in the bed where I used to sleep in my riverside hut. The riverside I grow up

Raindrops falls to the river surface and creates a rhythmic art in the water, which I could see from my bed, throw the doorway

The mist over the hills are the background forthis magical lively painting

Still I am in the bed

I could see,

Raindrops in plants

Raindrops in flowers, leaves

Raindrops that hold in the edge of the haythatching like the see-through pearls

Still I am in the bed

I could see,

Raindrops dance in the portico

Raindrops kiss the sand gives the soil fragrance and leads me further dreamy

While I adore this scenic, I hardly want to getup to start my day

Still I am in the bed

I chill more by drizzle through window

I am running outside to catch the rain on me for a soak