A Wet Morning in Gondomanan

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This morning, the sky hung gray over Gondomanan. Rain fell gently, like nature whispering, reluctant to wake the world. The cold air slipped through the window cracks, making a cup of coffee feel warmer than usual. Outside, the streets turned muddy and soaked. I had to walk more carefully, avoiding splashes and unexpected slips. Yet there was a quiet beauty in the small chaos wet leaves clinging to the pavement, the soothing sound of trickling water, and the fresh scent of earth after the rain. Though it was cold and messy, this morning offered a pause. As if the universe invited me to slow down, reflect, and savor the moments that often go unnoticed. Behind the window, I sat still, watching the rain as my thoughts wandered perhaps to childhood, perhaps to hopes not yet written.