The Sound of Our Rain

The rain sounded different that night. Maybe because we were both quiet. No TV, no music, just the soft hiss of water against the window.

We sat on the couch, feet tangled under the blanket, each holding a mug. We didn’t talk about anything important — just little things, like the cat next door and what to cook tomorrow. But there was something about the way our voices fit into the pauses between raindrops that made the whole room feel warmer.

That’s the thing about a nest — sometimes it’s not the grand “I love you” moments. Sometimes it’s just two people and the rain, breathing in sync without even noticing.