I sit here, warm
The rain drops are blurring the street lights and the now mundane street outside is being washed away, a new coat being Gently pelted down from storm soaked clouds
My fuzzy cat’s warm body is pressed against my leg
His alert green eyes turned upwards to the sound of the silvery drops
He tucks his head under his arm disappearing from the noise
Wet and cold
The windows are now moving glass panes, the water thickly pouring down them
Stories of water sit in each kaleidoscope
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