Short story !

I love the rain. It reminds me of when I was 8. I would outside and splash in puddles until my socks were soaked and it looked like I was in the bath for hours. My mother would send me off upstairs to dry off. Once I was done, there would be a warm glass of milk waiting for me on the kitchen counter. I'd always drink it pretty fast, since I was so hungry and thirsty after fooling around. My mother would scold me, telling me to enjoy the feeling of the cup in my hands. How refreshing it was to drink it after a day in the cold rain. how relaxing it was to be inside, warm and toasty with my stomach full. That was when it felt like time stopped. I didn't think about what I would do tomorrow, what I did yesterday, I just. Felt peace. Mind blank. 

I wish I could feel like that again.