The rain doesn't ask if you're ready. It just comes. 🌊 Sometimes suddenly - bang, and everything changes. Sometimes quietly, like a thought. 💭 And every time I don't mind.

I have a playlist "rain". It's not sadness, but soft depth. 🎧 When drops knock on the glass, I sit on the windowsill with a blanket and just listen. Sometimes I take a notebook - I write poetry. ✍️ It doesn't matter whether they are good or not. The main thing is to exhale. 🌬️

Once in the rain I kissed a man I never saw again. 💋 It was in the arch of an old house, he was holding an umbrella, and I was holding my breath. ☔ Such moments live somewhere under the skin.

The rain makes reality deeper. Coffee is more aromatic, music is louder inside. 🎵 I like to walk without an umbrella to feel: I'm alive. 💓 Sometimes we try too hard to be collected. And in the rain you can be yourself. 🌈

I noticed: inspiration does not come in noise. It comes in the gaps. Between the drops. 💧 Between the pages. 📖 In this damp, almost intimate silence. The rain reminds you: you have the right to feel. 🌌

When the sky cries, I'm not afraid to be tender. 🌹 And you know, the rain does not interfere with the day. It is its other version. Just as beautiful. 🌦️