How did you learn to carry rain in your blood without flooding your days? This question dances on the edge of mystery and resilience, a testament to the quiet strength that flows through your veins.

In the tapestry of your existence, each droplet of rain is a story, a memory, a whisper of the past. They gather, not to overwhelm, but to nourish the roots of your soul. You have become a master of balance, a weaver of serenity amidst the storms.

Your heart, a reservoir of emotions, holds the rain with grace. It does not spill over in torrents of despair but rather, it releases gentle showers of wisdom and compassion. You have learned to embrace the rain, to let it seep into your being, enriching the soil of your spirit without drowning the light of your days.

In your eyes, there is a reflection of the sky after the storm—clear, bright, and full of promise. You carry the rain with a quiet dignity, a reminder that even in the heaviest downpour, there is beauty and strength to be found. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer