The rain was a steady, soft symphony against the windowpane, a gentle tap-tap-tapping that made the world outside look like a watercolor painting left out in the dew. Inside, the kitchen was warm, smelling of coffee and the faint sweetness of pancakes.
He carried her to the window seat, where a small radio was playing a soft, jazzy tune. He poured her a tiny cup of warm milk with a dollop of honey, and handed her a pancake shaped like a lopsided bear. good morning wishes rainy day
Maya turned, her face softening. "The sky says that?" The rain was a steady, soft symphony against