" when Rain Hits With Coffee"
“Coffee, Rain, and you” There is something about rain that makes the world slow down. Maybe it is the sound of the drops tapping gently against the window, or the way the grey sky quietly asks everyone to pause for a while. Today is one of those days. The rain has been falling for hours, the kind that doesn’t rush or make noise, but simply stays. I have a warm cup of coffee beside me, my computer glowing in front of me, and somehow, without planning to, I find myself thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I always believed that rain has its own language. It never forces a conversation, yet it somehow begins one. The strange thing is that no matter how busy life becomes, the moment it starts raining, my mind quietly travels to places I haven’t visited in a long time. Memories I never invited suddenly walk in like old friends who still know the way to my heart. Maybe that’s why I love rainy afternoons. They don’t ask me to be productive. They don’t ask...
