Who let in the rain?
Uninvited rain began to dance on the windowsill, and Luna followed every drop with her eyes. I smelled damp earth, trees and grass. On the stage of life, someone seemed to turn off the light. People hid in their houses, and the space was dominated by shades of grey and blue. Everything fell silent except for the continuous streams of drops chasing along the smooth surface of the glass. Like little children playing tag.
I like to watch the world through the raindrops. It makes me daydream, and I can hear my own thoughts, which after a hard week of the world shouting over them get them queued. Sometimes they want to be written down, so that they can later participate in something unique and exceptional.
I turn on the espresso machine to make strawberry tea, and Luna comes running and sits next to it, watching me. After a while, the first drops start to flow into the jug, and she gently inhales their scent. I take out my cup and see her pleading eyes: And my treats?
This is how our rainy day started.
Life’s not about waiting for the storm to pass…
It’s about learning to dance in the rain. - Vivian Greene