Rabujee: There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
Rabujee: Indigo Rain
Rabujee: fallen
Rabujee: Let the rain wash over us in silence
Rabujee: Music is a melody whose lyrics are the world.
Rabujee: Beauty after the storm
Rabujee: Dance in splendorous light...
Rabujee: Because sometimes nature just needs to be shown in all its splendor...
Rabujee: Bokeh...(or an attempt at it)
Rabujee: The best antiques are old friends.
Rabujee: Hues
Rabujee: I quietly sat and listened to the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road.
Rabujee: As the sky came pourin' down
Rabujee: Foggy afternoon