It’s raining

A short essay, a slice of life

It’s raining, pouring rain. There is a lot of water coming from the sky. It must have originated somewhere in the southern ocean, where the warm tide is swirling around.

I have a headache and I don’t know where it’s from. Is it because of the wine last night, or maybe it’s just come from the humidity?

It’s raining and doesn’t seem to want to stop. There are lots of clouds blowing from the south to the north. They must have travelled along the surface of the earth and my imagination is trying to trace them.

The water is still dropping from the grey sky. It’s a misty gentle rain. My headache is still dully sitting there. I feel the water pressure in my head, or is my blood still full of alcohol?

The leaves getting wet by the rain are shining green. I hear a noise. It’s a bird, a little goldfinch. No. It’s not alone, they’re a couple!

A couple of goldfinches are playing in the garden, they jump up a bean pole and then fly back down to the ground. They chirp and twitter, and then fly into the forest. Was I breathing while watching them?

It’s still raining, but I realise my headache has gone. Life is not complicated. Sometimes, you just need tiny yellow things to cure yourself.

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