Rainy Monday

Mondays seem to be the worst day of the week.
End of the weekend.
Beginning of the week.
Work.
Homework.
Tests.
Exams.
School.

You know what, though? I like Mondays. They are itch with potential. Anything can happen this week, be it good or bad.

This particular Monday it rained. As I sat sipping a Chai Tea Latte waiting for a friend to join me for lunch, I watched hunched shoulders after hunched shoulders trudging through the rain.
Not one seemed to be having a good Monday.
If any one of them had stopped, paused, and realized how refreshing the rain was, how it whisked away the humidity, and how it brought a clean start to week, they just might have smiled.

Nothing particularly extraordinary or wonderful happened today.
But it was a day. A delightful day in which I relished in moments of smiles and laughter.

It was a Rainy Monday.