Rain

It's Monday morning and pouring outside. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain and stumbled into the living room to close the windows. I was so sure the room would be soaked, covered in rain water and muck. But everything was fine. For a moment, it reminded me of home, when the basement would flood in a storm and we would have to bring buckets. And the damp smell of moss, tin cans, and wet laundry.

Yesterday, things kept falling out my window. I don't have any screens. They seem so close to bring back in, but I soon realized that, if I were to try, I would fall out the window too (I'm on the 9th floor).