04/17/2026
The world exhales, washed clean and new,
Each leaf a mirror for the sky’s pale blue.
Droplets cling like whispered prayers,
Trembling on the rose’s edge, unaware
That their fall will birth the earth’s sweet scent —
That sacred perfume only rain has sent...
Soft stillness after rain
Is time itself holding its breath.
No car horns, no hurried feet,
Just the slow drip of mercy from the trees,
And the way the grass bends to meet
The weight of heaven’s quiet release...
A ladybug, lacquered red, climbs brave 🐞
Across a petal pulsing with the rain it saved.
She pauses, antennae testing air,
As if she knows this moment’s rare —
This hush between the storm and sun,
Where every broken thing feels whole as one...
The moon still lingers, shy and thin 🌙
A ghost of night caught in morning’s skin.
It watches how the puddles keep the clouds,
How children’s laughter will come soon, loud,
But for now, there’s only this:
Dew-jewelled webs and nature’s kiss...
Petals unfold like folded letters,
Written by earth to the sky in wet glitter.
Each one says: “You can begin again.”
Each one says: “You were made for after-rain.”
For fragile grace isn’t weakness —
It’s the courage to bloom after the breaking...
So I stand here, heart gone quiet and wide,
With wonder tucked warm against my side.
This is the hour when souls can hear
The things we miss the rest of the year:
That peace is not the absence of storm,
But the soft stillness that follows — reborn... 🌸✨
The Owner Of My Feelings ✍️
