On some dark rainy street somewhere…

What is it about the sound of falling rain? I lay in bed this morning, alarm clock irritatingly reminding me that it was time to get up and start my day, and all I wanted to do was stay there and listen to the rain all morning.

The worst of the wind and heavy downpour seemed to have finished, giving way to a gentle, whispering rainfall. I felt soothed. Peaceful. Content.

And as I lay there, cuddling up to my pillow, I only wished a certain someone had been there to share it with me. šŸ˜‰

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