Behind my wide, glass windows, that are framed by light purple walls, the rain falls steadily, beating on the patio’s wooden roof in a constant rhythm of plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk. The steady sound wakes me up. I sit up in my bed and rest my head on the fluffy, purple perfection that is my pillow. My legs are wrapped in the soft cotton of my pajama pants. I grab my book, Divergent, from my bedside table and crack open the ivory pages to where my blue bookmark holds my place. I eagerly settle my eyes on the printed words. I love the rain.