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 caption stayed still enough to mean more.

Striving for excellence in everything I do, with a focus on making a difference.

You spotted the quiet part I whispered between lines.

This whole thread feels richer with your voice in it.

Even your reply echoed the natural light.

You echoed light back without altering it.