Rain 🌧️

She comes uninvited, quiet and deep,

Waking the trees from a gentle sleep.

Silver threads from heaven’s height,

Weaving magic in soft twilight.

She paints the earth in shades of grace,

Washing sorrow from its face.

Each drop a promise, pure and true,

That after darkness, life breaks through.

She whispers to the thirsty ground,

In every tear, new hope is found.

And though she weeps, she hides no pain—

For even sorrow blooms in rain.

So let her fall, don’t turn away,

She brings the sun another way.

In every storm, a secret song:

You’re stronger than what feels so wrong.

## natural beauty## 🌼

☔🌧️☔🌧️☔.