The Rain on My Cheeks

This Sunday I somehow managed to wake up early - in this silent darkness of my room. I went to church. On my way back I was caught by September rain. I felt some raindrops on my cheeks. It made me feel sad and happy. Both. Right away. 

The sky was crying. Maybe that was a message. Maybe. I don't know. I was happily walking home. To my warm nest. To my hot cup of tea waiting. To people who think the world of me. 

I'm grateful for being able to enjoy these last more or less warm days. For this rain. For feeling it on my cheeks. For feeling. It's better than to be a heartless piece of wood...