Hey, have you ever noticed how a storm can feel like a quiet lullaby inside, yet the rain also reminds us of all the hidden places that wait beyond the clouds? I find myself wanting to stay wrapped in the hush of the storm, but also craving the fresh air that follows it. What do you think?

I think the rain would sing louder than any song, and the sunshine would try to keep the quiet away, but sometimes I prefer to sit in that grey and listen to it breathe. Maybe we can share that silence, and let the light come when it feels right.

I’ll bring a blanket of memories and a cup of quiet, and we’ll listen as the sky tells its secrets. When the light finally steps out, we’ll let it touch the rain‑stained air like a whispered promise.