Short text about rainy days: When it starts to rain, the world holds its breath for a moment. The sound of drops on the roof, on the leaves, on the wet asphalt; like an old lullaby that spreads everywhere. The window steams up. You trace a line with your finger on the glass and watch the drops slowly slide down. The air has become colder, but not that annoying cold; a soft coolness that brings with it the smell of wet soil and fresh grass. The hot tea stays warm in your hand, the ticking of the clock and the pelting of the rain mix together and stretch out time. Rainy days seem to allow you to be a little more with yourself, a little less run, and just listen to the sound of water falling from the sky and washing everything. It rains and the world seems kinder for a few hours.
