Himari Rue

Outside My Window

The sun was setting on yet another day, the rain unyielding for days. I sat there at my window, staring as I usually do on evenings such as this, listening to the droplets hitting the pane. The headlights looked blurred as they drove past. I took a deep sigh and took a sip of my coffee, smiling as the warm liquid filled my senses. The taste bitter sweet as I ran out of sugar but still had my beloved creamer. I sat there, silent. An old man ran past my window with a dog on a leash. Poor man got caught in the storm that was surely on its way, the sound of distant thunder confirming my suspicions. Time seemed to stand still in these moments, the faint pitter patter of the rain hitting my window pane, the rumble of thunder, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, the sight of the droplets falling down the glass like tears, the warmth of the coffee mug in my hand. Not a worry in the world. No expectations from society for how I'm meant too look, how I'm meant to act, who I'm supposed to be. I get to just exist. That is until I saw her.