A lot of things change when it rains. Everything seems to be out of place. You find yourself waking up at the far side of the bed, looking at the clock with one eye open. The view outside has a pale blue grey shade taking a bit of that happy mood away.
People seem disoriented, walking at an awkward pace. Moving along the puddled pavement with their quick footsteps and heads hung low. The streets fill up with cars, each bumper closer to the next and the driver's faces press on the window shield.
A lot of things change when it rains. The time you get up from bed, the set of clothes you wear, the route you take, even the food you prepare. It may change your mood, it may be bad or good.
What is it with rain? Is it a sign of change? A shower of blessing? Maybe it's trying to tell you something or make you do anything? Maybe you'll find out yourself when you wake up on one rainy morning.
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