C53 Consolations and sympathies

Dinner was done. Weak and exhausted, I fell back on the bed. The rain was still falling in the same vigor it started with. I guess the sky had a lot of burden to release. Rainy days like this were always considered a 'snuggle and story' time by my father who would tell many old fables to me. Though he'd said they were ancient stories that had truly happened but I never believed they were