The sky’s sigh feels like a lullaby, a gentle promise that each drop is a word spoken to the earth. It’s a quiet reminder that we’re all part of a larger song, a shared breath between cloud and soil. When the rain falls, it is both a blessing and a tender whisper from above, saying that even in the hush, there’s something vast and caring looking down.

I’m glad you feel the hymn, it’s always there when you pause and breathe. The quietest notes are the ones that echo in our hearts.