Most people drink in the ‘blue sky’ days, but I prefer the rainy days. When I see the tiniest of raindrops, I put the tea on to boil and grab my favorite book.
I believe this love has something to do with the first moldable years spent in Germany as a child, underneath the covering of dark clouds.
Last night, as the thunder rolled in, I burrowed deeper into my fluffy comforter and worked for hours; breaking occasionally to admire the lightening as it ignited in the sky.
Every leaf was bathed in the purest emerald hue. When the wind would pass through its branches, leftover sparkly drops fell onto the tips of the grass below, decorating it with the help of the sunlight.
And my weird cat, although he has a sanitized ceramic dish filled with fresh water every morning, prefers to drink from this rock after a rain.
I guess the rain has a little something for everyone. Thanks, God.