The rain makes the flowers grow. The rain brings contemplative silence, drenched in the never-ending noise of peace in the form of refreshing water. The rain provides that beautiful scent of fresh soil and new beginnings. The rain brings a cooling space to sit, to breathe the fresh air in deep, to dance in the muddy puddles, to lift your face and feel your soul be cleansed, your heart’s burdens being washed away like leaves on the street. The rain provides the perfect place to kiss your love, the perfect place to walk and think and finally feel like you can just be. The rain brings music to your creative heart, rest to your weary soul. A rainstorm is like a beautiful love letter from your Creator, a playlist somehow just for you, and for all of us at once.
I love the rain.
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