A Soft Rain

Shh...It's raining by CanadianMaple on Polyvore.com

Today was like many days, getting off the bus, making a slow, shuffling trek home. As I weave through the maze of older houses on quiet streets, I notice, it's raining. More like misting actually.

On many other days, this rain may actually irritate me. I am definitely a thunder and lightening, throw at me all you got, kind of weather person. But today, this was welcome. Everything was quiet. The odd bird tweeting. The odd squirrel making a mad dash across the street to the next lawn and the cover of another tree. The one Weeping Willow tree I pass was gently moving in the breeze that was there.

I tired to tread quietly in my work shoes. I didn't want to disrupt this peaceful moment. I wanted to sneak quietly up to the house, slip inside, like the world never knew I was out and about.

I love days like this. They are the reason a cup of tea was created for.