The rain was dripping off the eaves of the roof. I realized it was still raining because it was a continuous patter and not just the last remaining remnants of moisture acceding to the pull of gravity. This was a slow, measured pour that would be going on for a while.
It's a nice thing to listen to when it's still dark out and you are covered snugly in bed. When it is early enough to lounge a little longer and suspend everything that has been going on before heading out and facing whatever this day might bring. Quite the welcoming cleansing, much needed, without leaving the bedroom. And then, once left, the calm continues.
It was raining softly this morning. Just softly enough for me to hear.
TT
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