Recalling Childhood #2: I Loved The Rain, I Still Do

Grandma's living room used to have a couple of large, extra large windows. Large windows that provided us a glance to the bushes and trees planted outside, our veranda, and the road. I loved to stand on the couch near them to steal a gaze at the fallen droplets whenever the rain fell and stayed there for hours. It was so cold, yet I could still remember how calming a moment like that was.

I was a child whose height had not even surpass the door knob, and I loved the rain. Even now I still do.