Manifestation Story

Raining Days

By Mariah V.

Another day, another rainy morning. Another gentle gray in the month of May. It’s been overcast for weeks now but honestly, I don’t mind. There’s something magical about days like this. They invite me to slow down, breathe deeper, and simply be in the comfort of my little cottage home.

Since it’s raining, let’s see what the day holds.

First things first I open a few windows. Rain or not, fresh air always makes the cottage feel alive. The sound of raindrops dancing on my flower pots and trickling into the vegetable garden soothes something deep in me. Out by the pond, the ducks are having the time of their lives, splashing around like they wished this weather into being. The rest of the animals? Curled up in their favorite corners, looking at me like they hope the rain lets up soon. They’re cozy, though. I’ve already given them their favorite snacks, plus a little extra hay for good measure.

I love my little farm. It’s not big, but it’s just right for me and my sweet cat Remi. She belongs here. She was always meant to be a farm cat.

Now it’s time for coffee. Or wait maybe a latte? Yes, definitely a hot latte with one of my homemade butter croissants. This weather is made for baking. I’ve been kneading and proofing all week, and lucky me I picked just enough strawberries to make a fresh batch of jam.

Scratch that. I’ve just had a better idea: a warm turkey sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich with a layer of that strawberry jam. Now that sounds like the perfect breakfast.

With the chores done and the animals taken care of, I find myself wondering how to spend this dreamy day. Maybe I’ll paint. Or write another short story. Perhaps even practice my tap steps on the old wooden floorboards. I’ve probably outwatched my favorite comfort movies for now, so I’ll save those for bedtime.

There are always projects to choose from my sewing machine is buried beneath stacks of soft fabric waiting to be turned into something beautiful. Then there’s my crochet, my clay pieces, and my ever-growing collection of bits and papers for junk journaling.

It’s supposed to be a slow day, but on rainy days like this, time seems to stretch out endlessly, like it’s inviting you to wander through it without a schedule.

No pressure. No rush. Just me, my coffee, and the rain.

I step out onto the porch, breakfast in hand. The air is cool and soft, the sound of the rain is steady and kind.

You know what? This is nice.

Really, really nice.