Whendoespeaks: The Healing Verses 3rd

The rain whispered against the window, each drop a soft echo of things

I've tried to say but couldn't.

Have you ever listened to rain?

Really listened?

It's like a lullaby for worn-out souls, a melody that washes over the sharp edges of our days, smoothing them into something almost bearable.

It reminded me of us—how we tiptoe around words too heavy to carry, leaving them unspoken, letting the silence between us grow thick and dense. Yet here, in the sound of the rain, I found a voice for what I couldn't say. It said,

"I understand,"

in a rhythm as old as time, a gentle reminder that some things are too deep for words, that some pains are shared without speaking.

And for a moment,

it felt enough just to listen,

to know that you,

too,

might be hearing this rain.

Maybe,

just maybe,

it was whispering to you as well,

telling you that it’s okay to not have all the answers, to feel lost sometimes. Tonight, let's just listen to the rain together, and perhaps find a little comfort in knowing that some things, like rain, like pain, like us, need only to be felt, not fixed.