I’ve been staring out of the window all morning. Intermittent patters of rain hit the glass at various angles and drizzle down the pane. The sky is undecided as to its mood, swapping patches of murky grey for off whites and pale blues. The cat sits on the windowsill, ears pricked for each violent splatter of rain. It falls quiet. The living room becomes flooded with a warm sort of light. The cat yawns as the sun pats her back. The last few stagnant raindrops are caught quite by surprise. They heave a sigh and roll quickly away, glittering furiously.