Jan 15
3 min read
The Rhythm of Rain Falling
A stormy revelation
I like to be in a coffeehouse when it rains. It pleases me to share my beverage with random strangers in a warm, dry place, listen to an esoteric playlist, and inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
I could have stayed home. It could have been easier, but I would have been bored. In the coffeehouse, I can sit between sips of coffee and look out the window…
