Here Comes the Rain
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Minudri, Isabella
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2019-04-25
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Here Comes the Rain
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We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.We always look forward to when the rain will end. Rain means darkness, wet shoes, staring at the sidewalk and never at the sky. Rain means windshield wipers and ruined hair and cold hands. Gloom. So we wait. We watch the clouds from closed windows and urge them to break into wisps once again, because for most of us, the sun and happiness are two things that can rarely be separated. Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the joy.
What if we found happiness in both the sun and the rain? What if we looked up once in a while to see the beauty in the wetness? And not just an appreciation for the consequences of rain, like flora and glittering roads, but a true excitement for what comes with the rain. What if we loved the feeling of each round droplet on our skin or the way the clouds come together and create a song? I’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, we would begin to approach life from an entirely new perspective.
These pieces are a tribute to discovering beauty when life hurts the most, rather than after the pain ends. They’re about deliberately splashing in the puddles even if your toes are cold. Sunshine will have its moment. So put on your jacket, please, and prepare to get your shoes wet.