Maya trudged over and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. She watched a lone robin fluff its feathers on the fence post. "The birds are all wet."
Leo stood by the window, a mug cradled in his hands, watching the rivulets race each other down the glass. He wasn't a morning person, but rainy mornings were the exception. They felt like a secret the world was sharing just with him. good morning wishes rainy day
The rain was a steady, soft symphony against the windowpane, a gentle tap-tap-tapping that made the world outside look like a watercolor painting left out in the dew. Inside, the kitchen was warm, smelling of coffee and the faint sweetness of pancakes. Maya trudged over and pressed her forehead against
Behind him, he heard the soft shuffle of feet and a yawn that seemed to last for days. He wasn't a morning person, but rainy mornings
Maya turned, her face softening. "The sky says that?"
She leaned her head against his chest, watching the rain trace delicate patterns on the window. "Good morning, Daddy," she sighed, content.