窗雨

My childhood was filled with car trips to all kinds of places. The whole family would pack into our burgundy Volvo station wagon and set out on a trek. Sometimes it was moving across the country and sometimes it was a weekend camping trip at a lake. I had this problem that I couldn’t sleep in the car so I’d lay there looking out the window watching the telephone poles go by or the patterns the raindrops made on the window.

It’s raining in my heart.

The moment