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It was raining outside. Tap, tap, and tap— the raindrops danced on the window like a song. I stretched out my hand and let the cool water touch my fingers. It made me think about Misty, my fluffy white cat with the bluest eyes. She had been my best friend, but she got sick and didn’t get better. I missed her so much.

Everything had felt so gray since Misty left. I hadn’t done my homework, and even making tea felt too hard. I was just so sad.

One day, as the rain fell softly, I stood up and said to myself, “Maybe today, I’ll make some tea.” I put water in a little pot and turned on the stove. As it started to bubble, I thought about Misty and the fun times we had. I missed her cuddles, her purring, and the way she followed me around the house.

I poured the tea into a cup and took a tiny sip. It was warm and made me feel a little better — like a cozy hug from the inside. I still missed Misty, but I told myself, “It’s okay to be sad. But I can start feeling better too, even just a little.”

Then, I heard something.

“Meow…”

My heart jumped. “Misty?” I whispered, even though I knew it couldn’t be her.

I followed the sound to the driveway. There, under the car, was a tiny kitten, all wet and shivering. She looked so scared. I gently picked her up and brought her inside. I wrapped her in a soft towel and held her close.

She wasn’t Misty, but she needed love. And I had love to give.

Maybe when we lose something special, life finds a new way to fill our hearts again — even on a rainy day.