Night rain 💦
Showers cascade down the roof of the Rabbit hole. The wind blows strong, shaking my windows, whispering strong. There is no electricity now. I walk to the bedroom window, slide the glass panel a little that way to let the breeze feel my face, like a child's palms seeking face. Now wondering; Why are infants always fascinated by an adult's facial features? A child's palms, by default, investigates orifices. Ears, mouth, nose. An adult carrying a child always pretend-stops a child's face grabbing. Babies think this is play. They are right. It is.