And the rain no longer felt like sadness. It felt like the world watering its own garden—and her heart, at last, learned to bloom in every storm.
Irainature smiled. "You misunderstand the rain, child. You see tears. I see a giver of life. Come. Walk with me." Irainature
Nature’s moods are not against us. Even the grayest rain carries the seed of green life. Change your perspective, and a storm becomes a song. And the rain no longer felt like sadness