Rain falls without asking who it will reach, making no distinction between broken roofs and thirsty roots.
In its rhythm, there’s a strange mercy—a reminder that life returns not with fanfare, but with persistence.
The earth drinks in silence, and we remember how to be soft again, how to listen with our whole skin.

This made me look at my own life differently.

There’s honesty in your tone that makes me want to keep writing.

The weight of your words is not lost on me.

Wow. That’s a lot of insight for someone who can't sleep