Rainy Good Morning Review

He put the kettle on. It was, after all, a good morning to be alive.

His grandfather’s workbench was in the corner of the living room, a cluttered altar of brass gears, tiny screwdrivers, and magnifying lenses. In the center, under a dust cloth, was the reason for his early rising: a small, bird-shaped cage of interlocking silver rings. rainy good morning

Elias felt a hot tear slide down his cheek. He sat there on the cold floor, wrapped in the quilt, as the sounds faded after thirty perfect seconds. The rain continued its soft applause on the roof. He put the kettle on