Thunder Rolls…


Rainy nights, warm blanket = soothing soul. 

I know that I’ve written about the rain in previous posts, but every drop has a different impact on its target. Some raindrops clean sidewalks of children’s chalk art, other drops fall in the hair of a girl kissing her fellow. It’s neat to think that every drop has a story. No matter the metaphor you think of describing your rain, know that it’s a part of who you are. 

Keep listening to those raindrops and dream often.

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