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Rain falls outside my window.
Rain falls outside my window.
The world feels slow today.
The world feels slow today.
I have no place to go.
I have no place to go.
That is a strange, good feeling.
That is a strange, good feeling.
I used to hate quiet Sundays.
I used to hate quiet Sundays.
They felt empty, like wasted time.
They felt empty, like wasted time.
Now I see them as a gift.
Now I see them as a gift.
Rain gives me permission to rest.
Rain gives me permission to rest.
I sit with tea and watch the drops.
I sit with tea and watch the drops.
My mind wanders without a plan.
My mind wanders without a plan.
I pick up an old sketchbook.
I pick up an old sketchbook.
I draw the rain with soft lines.
I draw the rain with soft lines.
Rain Is a Kind of Permission
by @mason_18