Every evening, she’d set work aside,
A hot cup of Joe, with anticipation she looks outside.
The quiet pitter-patter of the rain would always add a sense of calm,
Cold breeze running through her hair, the cup of Joe, now warm.
She felt a smile creep on to her face,
The rains made her forget about all her bad days.
She watched the rain, coating everything it touched,
It always made her wonder; why did she love it so much?
But as she watched the rain calm down,
The smile on her face, replaced with a frown.
Because every evening, she’d set work aside,
And just for that brief moment, she felt warm and fuzzy on the inside.