Gwen wakes up from a nap. The first thing she sees is the window. And all the droplets of water. She was not aware it was raining. Somehow she could hear it in her sleep. It molded her dreams. The sound of the rain painted pictures in her mind, as she slept.

The drops on the window play tricks with her mind. She stares at it for a few minutes. To see if anything happens. But nothing does. She imagines that she is somewhere far away. She would rather be anywhere else than in her bedroom, alone on a saturday. The rain makes her think of English countryside, on a summer afternoon. The rain makes her think of a lot of things.

The world outside is a blurry watery mess. It’s almost like a water color painting with bolder colors. The green from the trees looks sharper in the rain.

Gwen studies the rain drops on the window again. She puts on her favorite classical cd. Fredrick Chopin. And averted her eyes back to the window. Something happened. The music matched a rainy day perfecty.