There is something about an ordinary rainy day. Everything’s seems happening in slow motion. Time moving slower and it’s quiet around, even slower when it’s weekend.
Rainy morning gives you a calm and quiet moment. You don’t have things to do. You can’t go outside, so you just sit there, watch the raindrops from the window. It gives you this relaxing feeling, like everything that you need is in this room. You feel so depressive in a beautiful way. You know the world is not all beautiful and life is not that exciting, but you accept it in the most humble way possible. You know there are so many things out there, but they all feel so out of reach but it’s alright somehow.
You lost track of time, and the world out there disappears.