A raindrop is like a sparkle

Since morning, It’s been drizzling outside.
The sky is grey and covered with black clouds.
Everything looks greenish and watery.
The fresh petrichor is loading my lungs.
The power is off inside the house. It seems like we want to enjoy the picturesque scenery outside.

I am sitting in the window reading an old story of an Afghan brave girl, Parvana.

Scrumptious hot chocolate milk is calling me to take the next sip.
Everything seems mesmerizing and deep outside.
My mother is reading a newspaper next to me.

In between, we are both eyeing the outside view.
It’s exquisite and lovely.
The day seems peaceful and imaginative, just like I wanted.