Notes From A Rainy Night In Raleigh

“Raleigh feels different when it rains. The streets shine like they’ve been polished, and the air turns heavy and intimate, like the whole city is leaning in to listen. On nights like this, I light a candle, pour something dark and velvety into a glass, and let my thoughts wander to the people I’ve met here—the way you looked at me across a table, the way we laughed too loudly in a quiet bar, the way the night never quite felt long enough.”