A Messy Episode

A sudden heavy rain hit and she was trapped in the rental house. I turned off my cell phone, moved a small bench and sat by the window to listen to the rain - the raindrops made a crackling sound on the awning, water marks flowed on the glass, and the street lamps dimmed their warm yellow light in the mist. There were no message pop-ups, no social interactions, she was the only one left in the house with one light. She made a pot of tea, opened the book she had put aside for a long time, and casually wrote down the details outside the window. That night, for the first time, she felt that being alone was not loneliness, but a "license to be lazy" given to her by the sound of rain - it turned out that she did not have to be tense all the time, and being forgotten by the world occasionally was also a kind of gentle salvation.