The rain arrives without warning. One moment the air is still, the next the greenhouse glass is blurred with water and the path back to the cottage has disappeared into grey.

Osci stays. There is nowhere to be, after all, and the plants need tending. She puts on something quiet, moves slowly between the pots, and lets the storm do what storms do.

A soft story about being caught somewhere unexpectedly, and finding that you don't mind at all. 🌧️🌿

Thank you for listening, drifters. If this felt like your kind of afternoon, the Greenhouse compilation is waiting for you on YouTube: Osciluna Lounge.