It has been raining since the morning - so quiet, gray, stubborn.

It seems to have forgotten that it is May on the calendar, not October.

People on the streets wrap themselves in jackets, hurry about their business, hide under umbrellas.

And I sit by the window, hugging a cup of hot tea and watching this small hurricane of everyday bustle.

I always feel a little sad in such weather.
I don't like rain.

It has its own poetry, of course, but it makes the day so gloomy.

Everything becomes quieter, slower, as if even thoughts in the rain are not so lively.
I want a blanket, comfort and someone nearby who would just keep quiet with you - kindly, with understanding.🙏❤️

I wonder, how do you feel about the rain?

Maybe for you it is a reason to stop and just breathe, without rushing anywhere?

I will be glad if you want to tell me 🌦

A warm greeting - despite the cold outside the window😘🤗