On rainy Sundays
nothing beats waking up
to the smell of fresh coffee
Devendra's voice
French conversations
clattering spoons and cups
the sound of the door
opening, bringing in
a breeze of cold air
the song of distant rain
inside it's warm and dry
Tessa waltzes in
sits down with a smile
we order coffees
tell weekend stories
and the sun starts to shine
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