rain arrives and the world stops asking or maybe I stop listening
Beautiful! I grew up on a farm, so rain always feels like an answered prayer.
I know what you mean, my father farmed for a whle. Seemed like there was either too much or not enough rain most years.
Thanks for reading!
I adore rainy days. You describe them so beautifully, Susan. They offer an invitation to slow down, pause, and observe nature feeling quenched. Us too! 🌧️💙
Yes! I was digging the rain yesterday—the permission to be and not do, and I took full advantage! Thank you for your kind words Joanie. 💝🌷
Beautiful! I grew up on a farm, so rain always feels like an answered prayer.
I know what you mean, my father farmed for a whle. Seemed like there was either too much or not enough rain most years.
Thanks for reading!
I adore rainy days. You describe them so beautifully, Susan. They offer an invitation to slow down, pause, and observe nature feeling quenched. Us too! 🌧️💙
Yes! I was digging the rain yesterday—the permission to be and not do, and I took full advantage! Thank you for your kind words Joanie. 💝🌷