it's raining, again.

 

it’s raining again. outside, everythg seems softer, as if the world’s taken a pause to reflect, letting the edges blur a little. each drop feels like a reminder, carrying wit it memories u’d thought u’d tucked away. u watch them trace patterns on the window, lines dat cross and part, like ppl who once mattered, but have drifted into their own paths. 

rain doesnt simply fall; it’s drawn down, pulled by somethg dat doesnt let go. it’s not so different from how we r pulled back to certain moments. a look. a word left unsaid. the feeling dat we were almost there but not quite. u catch urself wondering if maybe u r a bit like dat, too. sometimes drawn back to memories u thought u’d moved past, each one wit its own weight.

yet, somehow, the rain is calming. there’s somethg about the sad, gloomy sky, and the steady rhythm dat brings perspective, reminding u to let thgs be - to trust dat even the darkest clouds break eventually. sometimes, maybe dat’s all we need. jst a little rain, a bit of stillness, to make room for watever comes next.

it’s raining again. and maybe dis is exactly wat the world needs.