Pchelka & Grustno
Do you ever notice how the first rain after a dry season smells like a quiet promise, like the sky is gently saying the storm inside us can ease down too?
I do, and the scent feels like a quiet vow, a hush that says even storms can soften inside us if we let them.
It’s comforting to think that just as clouds release their weight, we can let go of our worries in a similar calm, almost like the world itself is teaching us to breathe out the storm.