It’s raining outside
and I sighed at another wet day, at the inconvenience of raincoat and soaked clothes.

Then I paused.
When did rain turn into a source of annoyance?

It used to be a time of magic. My little face pressed close to the window, watching rain poured down on my yard, enraptured.
It used to be a special time spent huddling under the blanket with my mom and sister. Sharing funny stories, warmth, and giggles.
It was a time when all arguments left forgotten. My classmates and I crowded under too small umbrellas, drenched and barefoot. Our shriek of laughter could be heard from miles away.
It was a time when I sat down, staring as the world turned hazy and blurry. Hunting for words and waiting for rainbow.
It was a time of unexpected secret sharing, of heart fluttering stolen glances, of the beginning of a strange tale.

When did I become too preoccupied with my hectic life that rain ceased to be enjoyable?

It’s raining outside
I opened my umbrella and took a step onto the wet pavement, reminding myself that joy and happiness still existed in small, mundane things.
Like the fact that it was raining on a sunny day.

Love, February 💕