It has been raining for the past few days, a heavy, straight rain which I can’t help but stare at from my window. The sound of it is strangely soothing, and always has been. I feel safe whenever I’m inside from the rain, and warm, curled up in my room or on the couch while listening to it.
It always turns my writing dark and somber.
And, now, yes, it has started to rain again.
Time to start the morning for real.