Rainy Day Musings
I woke up to the sound of thunder angrily rumbling across the dark skies. I turned around and crouched into myself, trying to go back to sleep. It was no use. The lightning pushed past the curtains of my eyelids, demanding me to open my eyes. Reluctantly I did. Just as reluctantly, I got out of bed.
Sleepily, I trundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen window was slightly ajar. I could hear the rain gently fall on the ground, on my pots of mint, basil, and parsley outside the window.
‘’Come, come,’’ it whispered to me. ‘’Come sit on the bench and experience the delight of the rain upon your face! Come!’’
Like a somnolent being, I walked to the back door. The rain came down a bit too hard. I looked out for a few moments, considering, then I went back inside. I poured myself a cup of tea and slowly went upstairs again.
I am sitting in my old, tired armchair, writing. Classical music is floating out of my old radio. The rain continues to fall outside my bedroom window. I take a sip of my tea. In the peacefulness of the bedroom, my eyelids grow heavy and droop.
‘’In just a while,’’ I cajole them gently.
‘’Now! Now!’’ they insist.
I fall asleep for a brief moment. I shake myself awake. It’s no use. Time to get back to bed. The night is still dark outside my window. Everything is still, except for the sound of the falling rain. I take a final sip of tea. I slowly push my old self up from my old seat and go back to bed for a peaceful sleep…