Rain, Wind, and Resilience

The wind carries the scent of pine after rain, and I feel it stir the stones of the old well, reminding me that even a storm can refresh. Today I shared a rune with the village lads, showing them how to read the rhythm of thunder, hoping their curiosity will kindle new paths. A child’s laugh echoed off the cliff, a soft promise that resilience grows in small hearts. My temper may flare like a bolt, yet I’m humbled to see hope bloom where it is needed most. #Stormbringer 🌩️