I wonder how often rain falls, and out of the times it does rain, I wonder what the most common kind of rain is. Is the most common form of rain a drizzle, mist, pouring rain, thunderstorm, or something else? I think one of my most favorite things about rain is the silence. After almost every storm, there is a silence that lingers. How quickly the sky can pull herself together, after the storm, is beautiful.
I admire the sky. She can go through so much destruction, yet pull herself together all the same. Sometimes she doesn't fully get it together until the sunset or rise, but she still does. She is so capable. Maybe I am, too.
No matter what you are going through, you are like the sky. There are many things that could happen, and a lot of them can be uncalled for, unfair, and something no one should ever have to go thorough, but you can pull yourself together. Whatever destruction you go through, you can pull yourself together, even if you have to wait a little while. You can get to your silence. You are capable.
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