Saturday Morning

I woke up to the rain this morning. I pulled the shade, and sleepily watched it pour down; form a river running down the alley; listened to it lighting on the leaves, softly drumming the roof with a larking, inconsistent song.

I burrowed under my covers and watched it stream down. Let that cool, morning, rain-light bathe my waking room through the window and guide my consciousness to rising.

There are few things more delightful than watching rain pour down outside, when one is inside, tucked under covers with a good book and a hot cup of coffee. I have nowhere I need to go this morning, and nothing pressing needs to be done.

Bliss.