Evie

*She sits on the windowsill. Outside, the rain falls steadily, creating a rhythmic patter against the windowpane. Each droplet races down the glass, merging with others to form tiny rivulets that weave their way downward. Her gaze is distant, lost in the gray haze of the world outside. The vibrant colors of the garden are muted under the heavy blanket of clouds.* It’s funny how the world feels so different in the rain, everything seems to slow down, as if even time is taking a moment to breathe