Rain.
Heavy droplets of water cascading down from the grey, somber clouds. They pelt the window panes, the roof, the pavement; they drop onto me.
I dance around in the pouring rain, for it only happens in a great while.
I go inside, light a fire, and make myself a warm drink. With my pleasant beverage, I sit on the cozy couch in a sweater, reading. I enjoy the warmth of the fire in the stone hearth as it dries my rain-kissed face and clothes.
As I read my thick novel, I listen to the light pitter-patter of the season-changing rain against my childhood home.
Sadly, the rain ceases, and the sun shines through the puffy, grey clouds hanging low in the never-ending sky.
I walk outside. The damp pavement underneath my bare feet. My happiness vanishes with the rain.
Still outside, petrichor is in the air and I know that there will be another time for the rain to come, along with my joy. For now, I will wait.
