The sound was comforting. A light drizzle, nothing remarkable, just rain. But the sound of it brought back memories of an old home, of how things used to be in another time and another place. Things do change over time, and life has no patience for things standing still, but some things do make the memories return. Sometimes happy, sometimes melancholy, sometimes just a simple marvel of rediscovering. Memories come in shapes and sizes.

This drizzle. It was hard to determine just what emotional memory it resurfaced, except this fleeting but necessary sense of comfort.

It seemed a good idea to linger for a while.