I open my eyes to the grey forcing it's way through the cracks of my blinds. Giggles coming from the room next to mine.
Shhhhh. Go back to sleep, it's too early.
I close my eyes willing sleep to come back effortlessly. It doesn't. It never does. My mind floods with the never ending problems that seem to come with adult life.
I roll over. The clock reads 7:30am. What? It can't be that late. There's barely any light.
It comes louder now. Harder. The rain.
'I don't want to get up' I moan.
They come to my door.
I see curious eyes peer around the door frame.
Big smiles spread across little faces when they are greeted with my open eyes.
Little bodies slide under the covers next to mine. Little hands wrap around my face and i am met with warm kisses and a soft 'Love you.'
One thing i know for sure, it's always going to rain. Eventually the grey clouds will return and the wetness will soak through. I won't always meet the rain with optimism, appreciating the good it brings in the long run. Becoming a mother i have learnt that you don't always need the sun to have a day filled with warmth and sunshine. Children provide a light that no other can compare to. A light that reaches your soul.
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