Plus de pluie

I miss a bunch of things about Brussels, but right now, I miss how the rain used to hit my apartment. I had a small duplex a 15 minute walk from the city center. The bedroom was upstairs, and on usual rainy days, the raindrops would dance on the windows, a sweet lullaby. I used to open a window, staring out at the rain and the low murmur of the city, thanking my stars I was there.