The pitter patter of the soft peaceful rain tapped against my window, waking me up. I decided to start the fire, and watched as it crackled to life. I then wandered into the kitchen to brew a pot of tea. Finally settled infront of the fire, mug filled with tea in hand, I drifted my gaze out of the window towards the rain. I love watching the rain for it always reminds me of my seventh birthday, and that was the happiest day of my life.
Kyla Zavala 