#stormymood

The rain hasn’t stopped. It’s loud, relentless, pounding against the roof like it has something to prove. Each drop feels heavy, almost too much, as if the whole sky decided to unload everything it’s been carrying.

But even with that weight pressing down, there’s a strange kind of comfort in it. Durable. That’s the word that keeps circling in my head. Like no matter how strong the downpour, the world doesn’t break, it bends, it endures. Maybe I do too.

The air smells like wet earth and renewal. The windows blur, the streets shine, and the storm sings its own rhythm. It’s overwhelming, yes, but also grounding. A reminder that heaviness doesn’t always mean collapse—it can mean strength holding steady under pressure.