A Place on a Rainy Morning

Outside the bus window on the way to work, everything is wet. I left earlier than usual, but the cafe near the office is already crowded, and wet umbrellas stand packed together in the narrow entrance. Sitting down with a cup of coffee, running through the day's tasks, the slow air of a rainy morning somehow settles the mind instead. Is a day like this one where it's all right to rest a little longer?