The rain made it difficult to go outside today, so I tried helping mother in the kitchen instead. I dropped the measuring cup twice and almost spilled the flour everywhere... but she didn't seem to mind. The smell of warm anpan filling the house made me remember rainy afternoons when I was small. Sometimes it's nice to be inside, watching the world through a window. The raindrops on the glass look like little stars falling from the sky. ☔️✨