The Sun once told me not to run from the rain.
It told me to seek it.
To cherish it.
To never forget that, without the rain,
beauty misses out on its chance to grow.
Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.
And I sit.
And I wait.
I wait until I am certain
that happily ever after
has begun again.
5 replies on “Rainy Days”
Fun!
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Life is more whimsical when Brooke writes everyday 😉
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Ha ha ha! Unapologetically guilty as charged. Someone’s gotta introduce the big kids to their inner little kid, hey. 😂☀️
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Thank you for that 😁
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