W is for Window #atzchallenge

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Ollie likes the rain.

On days like this, when it rains, Ollie Bug likes to stare out his window.  He watches the drops fall from the sky to kiss the trees and the flowers.  Not many can say they like rainy days.  It makes their fur wet, puts them in a bad mood and gets everything soggy.  Ollie likes the rain.  Sometimes he sits propped in gramma’s quilt on his window sill with a cup of hot soup his mamma made.  He’d read a book or color or just sit and look out the window up on the second floor of the little yellow house between the mountains and the sea.

From his window Ollie can see the stars shine at night.  He could see the moon looking down at him almost smiling.  For hours he looks up at the sky wondering if there’s anyone out there.  He memorized the constellations, the comets and the planets.  He’s traced a course to the moon and the far reaches of our system vowing to build a rocket to let him dance amongst the stars with his friends, the celestial bodies held aloft by forces he doesn’t quite understand.

Ollie likes to walk out in the meadow and the woods and feel the rain in his skin.  Sometimes he splashes through the puddles and gets his feet all wet.  He climbs in to the trees and sits on branches just to hear the peaceful sound of water hitting the leaves.

On occasion, a figure in a yellow rain suit passes under the trees and Ollie calls out to them. “Ahoy down there!”  One of the little creatures from the meadow will look up and ask, “Cha doin?”  “Just listening to the rain.  I have soup.  Want to come up?” One becomes two under the leaden gray sky.  Another traveler would pass and two would become three on the branch.  In silence they’d share soup while they listened to nothing more than the sound of water in nature.  For the dwellers of the meadow it is a sacred sound.

For today, Ollie is content to sit wrapped in his favorite quilt and just watch the world go by his window with nothing to do and no place to be.  Just him, a coup of soup, a warm blankie and the rain outside his window.

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