Rainy Mornings

It’s raining outside.

I’m curled up on the couch, scrolling through my Instagram feed, taking in positive affirmations to start my day.

I sip delightfully hot milk tea. This is the first time I’m trying one that comes in a sachet. I still prefer hot cocoa but sometimes it’s nice to switch things up.

My feet are warm and snug in woolly socks. The cats are fed and satiated, that is if cats are ever satiated. The youngest is snuggled up next to me, her back pressed against my leg, taking a nap. The other hates the rain and has gone into hiding.

I listen to the rain shush in the background. It drums on the window pane, patters on the sill and makes wet drippy splatters as it slides from drain pipe onto concrete. I didn’t realise there are so many nuances to the sound rain makes. It’s like different vocal parts layered over each other to come together in a song.

Rainy mornings do not get any better than this.