Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Outside my window, raindrops tap a gentle rhythm on the roof, creating a soothing symphony.
Outside my window, raindrops tap a gentle rhythm on the roof, creating a soothing symphony.
Each drop tells a story — of renewal, of growth. As I sit with a cup of hot tea, I’m reminded that life, like rain, has its own cadence, the sound of raindrops becomes a lullaby, calming worries and nurturing hope. In these moments, I find beauty in the simple things of life, and the world outside becomes a canvas painted with liquid melodies, washing away the mundane and leaving behind a sense of peace.
Again, this is Scottish weather, so those liquid notes can become a full orchestral score by evening.