Raindrops

Grandma Stella wakes up to the sound of rain, finding comfort in the memories of cozy mornings with her partner Peter. As she imagines their routine walk to the café, she is enveloped in a sense of warmth and contentment despite the dreary weather.

Raindrops are falling on the roof. It is raining and a bit cold. I woke up this morning to that sound. I burrowed deeper into my cozy warm bed. Not a nice day, l thought. I closed my eyes tightly and contemplated sleeping the day away, then I heard the sound of birds outside my window warbling joyously on the bare branches of the dogwood tree. I pictured them opening their wings wide in elation, as they embraced the rain. Wake up! Wake up! Spring is three weeks away, the first day of spring, Peter and our anniversary…

Then I imagined Peter in bed next to me, cuddling as we used to do on chilly mornings on those sweet days gone by. He seemed to be saying, ‘It’s going to be a beautiful day.’ I imagined us getting bundled up against the rain and walking arm in arm down to Lulu’s for our morning coffee. He would have a mug of coffee with a warm flaky apple turnover and I would have a frothy café au lait with a scone. The cafe would be warm and welcoming. The windows would be steamed up because of it. We would be wrapped in a magic blanket of perfect contentment. Life was so good…

I wake up from my reverie as the raindrops gently continue to hit the roof…