you roll yourself out of bed and you crave a coffee or a tea, something to warm up your chest against the chilly air.
you get dressed carefully, delicately pulling layers on like petals against the elements, keeping your warmth to yourself like a secret.
the daylight creeps in gently, and you are gentle with it. it’s the best time to be silent and the best time to think.
you open the door and feel the rush of cold air hit your skin. your breath comes so easily, and rushes in so deeply.
the rain droplets hit your palm two baker’s dozen at a time.
waking up to rain feels like the earth is saying be new today, start fresh. today especially has so much in store for you, but you must first brace yourself against the cold. baby steps for giant leaps.
what other time do you begin your day by hugging yourself so closely and trusting so much to keep yourself warm? when else do you rely on your heart to beat steadily against the outside world?
I love waking up to rain. I love starting my day by myself and loving that I can do it.
Prattle Peach 