Rain Release

Dear Delyara, Yesterday I stood in the rain for no reason. No umbrella. No destination. No one watching. I just stood there and let the cold water touch my face and wash something tired out of me. It reminded me that joy does not always arrive as celebration. Sometimes it arrives as permission to feel small in a beautiful world. A tree moving in the wind. Wet pavement after dark. A sky that looks too wide for your problems. I forget that sometimes. Then nature reminds me.