The ones I’ve been too busy to feel. The questions I’ve been too loud to hear. Regrets that need rinsing. Hopes that need watering.
The window fogs up just enough to blur the edges of the world. Outside, the rain doesn’t ask for permission. It just falls—steady, soft, honest. rainy thoughts
Today, I’m learning that sadness isn’t the opposite of strength. Sometimes, it’s the soil. The ones I’ve been too busy to feel
Let it rain. Let it heal.
There’s something about grey skies that gives you permission to stop performing. No need to be sunny. No need to be productive. Just be . rainy thoughts
So here’s to quiet afternoons, cold tea, and the strange gift of a storm that cleans more than just the streets.