Miles Into The Rain

He stretched out his limbs and blinked slowly. It was only 3pm, but the room was so very dark. There was the sound of traffic and the gentle pitter-patter of rain. He looked at his window, and saw on of his two curtains billowing out into the rain. The white cloth had turned a dirty grey, wet from the rain. The curtain licked hungrily at the treetops, almost as if it it wanted to tear itself from the window - to fly away into the gloomy afternoon.

Miles snuggled deeper into the covers, enjoying the smooth cotton on his bare skin. He did not want to get up from bed, but there was only that much napping a boy can do. He climbed down carefully, glancing out of his window as he did. It was raining heavily...and there was a cool breeze coming in as well. "The sky is probably making up for the wonderful sunny weather from the day before", he thought.

Time to cook some soup and toast some bread...