Let the rain say what you can’t. Let the puddles hold what you’ve been carrying.
And suddenly, so do my thoughts.
So here’s to quiet afternoons, cold tea, and the strange gift of a storm that cleans more than just the streets. rainy thoughts
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. Let the rain say what you can’t