The rain trickled down the windows in gentle streams, the rays of sun poked through fluffy darkened clouds, greyed by the absorption of water.

The sidewalk outside was slick with rainfall, puddles obstructed the walkway up to yours and Max’s place of residence.

A gentle rumbling of thunder in the distance left a soothing pall in the ambiance. It was a day for staying inside. Making tea, taking a nap, watching Max play Fall Guys on the big screen…

You had opened the curtains to look at the source of the pitter-patter outside. Soft droplets hit the glass, your eyes traced them as if they were in a race. You hear the soft pitter-patter of carpeted footsteps behind you.

“This weather’s kinda nice, huh?” He smiles and scratches a hand through his hair that stuck up in every which way. He just got up from a half-nap on his bed. He was partial to sunny days, but the rain sounds were like soothing white noise.