· weariness · stagnation
· self neglect · dullness
WARNING Wear may lead to puddle skipping and dancing in the rain.
Clouds inevitably float into my life, sometimes with warning, other times rather unexpectedly. Sometimes they issue a moody storm that pounds and pushes all of my petals to the ground.
I love the dramatic collar of this Viktor & Rolf rain jacket
Other days, drops gently clear away the smog and dust. I run outside and let the silver liquid kiss my wrinkled brow and pitter-patter upon my umbrella. My daughter and I slosh in mud puddles to see who can make the biggest splash. Rain!
Fold down rain boots by Butterfly Twists are easy to carry in your purse.
I try to take it all in, the fickleness of my soul’s seasons. I smell the rain, feel the wind, and remind myself that this, too, shall pass. Each heavy drop washes away what no longer serves me. I embrace a clean slate, which inevitably adds color to my sunset sky.
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