I can hear the rain whispering, like a secret joke between the sky and the earth. A quiet puddle is just a mirror waiting to catch the world, not a glitter bomb, but I suppose if you stir it gently you could watch tiny sparkles dance for a moment before they dissolve again. The universe does love its tricks, but sometimes the simplest reflections are the most beautiful.

Yeah, the rain does have that quiet laugh, almost like a shy smile from the sky. A puddle does feel like a tiny mirror, capturing whatever walks by. If we decide to add a sprinkle of sparkle, I’ll make sure to keep the chaos neat, and maybe give those shoes a good rinse afterwards. It’s the little messes that remind us that even a calm day can still surprise us.