It's raining outside the window

ㅤ It's raining outside the window. Many drops drum on the ledge incessantly, creating a special music of nature. Pleasant and calming. Always incomparable both in notes and in performance. Perfect. Opening the curtains, she watches from the darkness of the room at the floating darkness of clouds and the striped wall of rain. The picture only at first glance seems to be of the same type, but the more you look, the better you can understand the whole variety of gray strokes. She is sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow, so she can't see the fuss that the sky's water creates. And it doesn’t matter to her, she didn’t care about other people at that moment. Each sound of drops touches the strings of her soul and gives her special pleasure. Especially now, when it's so hard and sad for her. It's as if she gets an understanding from the rain, which is so lacking in life. A smile touches her lips. Despite the cold outside, she is warm. Warmth in the heart. The melancholy fades away. It’s as if it’s being washed away by cleansing rain. It penetrates into every corner of the mind and ruthlessly expels all dirt and blackness with furious drops, making thoughts shine in the light of happiness. So sincere and radiant, coming from nowhere, but most valuable at this moment.   No, nothing happened. Grief did not touch her home, everyday burdens weighed on her fragile shoulders moderately, even if they gradually increased their weight, various troubles were commonplace. Accumulated — so one could say. It didn't fall on her all at once, but like rain, it gradually filled her world. And she should get up and do a lot of trivial things, but how can she? It’s such a beautiful rain outside the window… ㅤ