Rain Day

The first morning that feels like autumn.
The rain started at some point during the night, and is still raining now. Between the gap in my curtains the sky is a heavy grey, the kind of grey that does not look transient. The light that falls through the gap is wet and soft and old, and makes me think of empty streets and alleyways and abandoned parks.
My bedside lamp is still on (the curtains aren't fully open), and my room seems full of corners, themselves full of shadows, albeit of a consolatory rather than a threatening variety.