Saturday Morning Rain

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Waking up in the morning, the light filters through the stained windows. Glasses of half-finished wine left on the dining table. Yesterday’s outfits sprawled on the floor. White roses scattered on the bed. I wake to gentle breathing. Wrapped in a velvet robe she lays, clutching her treasured stuffed toy. As her eyes flutter open, here comes the rain. The rain. The sweet, sweet rain. Something so simple yet so elegant, falling upon our humble home. What could be better, than lying in bed on a Saturday morning, listening to the rain. She walks over to the window, peeking through the blinds. A child curious with delight. As she turns back my heart sings with joy. She loves the rain; the rain loves her. What could be better than rain, on a Saturday.

The rain starts to fall

On this Saturday morning

Ah, Look! There’s her smile