When the streets shine and the drops tap on the window. It's like music for the soul. I make tea with lemon, put on the softest socks and wrap myself in a blanket.
I sit by the window and watch the world change. The water washes away the colors, people run with umbrellas, and I'm in my own cozy world.
The rain makes you stop. Think about something important. Remember the one who warmed your soul.
Sometimes I turn on music - something old, familiar, a little sad. And everything seems so real.
It's easy to be honest with yourself in the rain. You can cry or just sit in silence. And know that this is also part of happiness.