All things are living. There isn’t a thing in the world that can hold in every emotion for as long as time passes. Clouds pour rain, drowning the world in sadness. To some, the rain is a cleansing. To others, it is a weakness. Our rain is pushing its way through our bodies, trying to get out. And one incident, one tick, unlocks the floodgates inside of us.
See the rain, gaze at its beauty. And even if it isn’t your rain falling.. it’s someone out there’s. Someone out there is crying, someone out there is broken. Someone out there is falling to pieces.
Maybe they’re right next to you. Maybe they’re miles away. Either way, they are living.
Pray for them. Help them. Because chances are if it were you, you would want someone there to hold you up when you’re crashing.
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