The Rain and The Cat

  "I speak in legends." 

She looked out the window, these words printed on the page of her computer, the lively night city bustling a few floors below, and a few miles down the hill. The lights of other buildings and cars acted as tantrum of light against the symphonic darkness, like a child who refuses to go to bed. 

To her fortune, her apartment floor was well above the streets that horns and honks came out to be little more than mumbles, and all else was drowned away. 

"Busy night?"

The words of The Cat, as it leaned it's curious head in the window. 

"Mm, I wish. Can't find the words to be busy with." 

She stroked the head of The Cat, it's silky black fur cold at the bristled edge, and warm against the body, it's orange eyes drifting from peering uncertainty to quiet comfort. 

"Maybe the words won't come tonight." 

"I'll be very upset if they don't." 

"Are you tired?" 

"Not yet." 

"I hope for your sake you find the words before you are." 

The Cat purred against her light touch, their warmth trading back and forth with each stroke.

Outside, as they spoke, the rain began to whisper it's way onto the windowsill.

She let out an exasperated sigh, and leaned against it, peering out to the city.

"I don't know what to say. What to write."

"Maybe you don't have to write anything."

"If I don't write anything, there will be nothing to read."

"Why does there have to be something to read tonight?"

She rested her chin against her hand, watching the dancing lights, measuring what to respond.

She reached her palm out to the sky, droplets landing on her hand.

"Because tonight, the rain has asked for a story."

The Cat looked at her, quizzically, and got a quiet smile in response.

"Is the rain asking for it immediately?"

"Oh, yes. Of course."

"Why is that?"

"Because it will stop raining soon. And when it does, the rain cannot hear my story."

They both gazed out at the singing storm, the droplets falling in grace and measure.

The storm's weight grew, with no bolts to be seen.

The Cat joined her leaning on the windowsill, watching the rain.