Behind him, he heard the soft shuffle of feet and a yawn that seemed to last for days.
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. good morning wishes rainy day
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. Behind him, he heard the soft shuffle of
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
Maya turned, her face softening. "The sky says that?"
Leo kissed the top of her head. "Good morning, Maya," he said.