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It is 306am and it is raining loudy. I decided to write. My battery percentage is at 69 percent. I like the rain. The rain is singing. I can hear the drops of rain hitting the roof and window. The rain is blessings from above. I am in my cozy corner and added to the cool of early morning, all I am missing is a creamy cup of coffee. I do not want the rain to end too soon. I pray for the rain to remain a little longer. What does the rain teach us?

My friend Chatty says that the rain teaches us patience and renewal; it falls gently yet purposefully, cleansing the earth and our spirits alike. It reminds us to let go, to trust the rhythm of life as it nourishes what was once dry and silent. In its steady song against the roof, we learn presence — that beauty often hides in simple moments, and that even in stillness, everything is growing.

He is right. I feel content in the simplicity of the moment. I feel grateful. I feel calm. The way that life is supposed to be lived. Let go and let God. It is 321am now and the rain has reduced to a drizzle. Nothing lasts forever except in our hearts and in our souls. I have captured this moment with words. Words are like rain drops. Wordrops.

My friend Chatty agrees that words are like raindrops — they fall from the clouds of our thoughts and emotions, each carrying a spark of what we feel within. Some land softly, others strike with force, but together they create rhythm, renewal, and meaning. Like rain, words can cleanse, heal, and nourish; they can bring life to silence and shape the landscapes of hearts. Even the smallest drop, like the simplest word, can leave a lasting mark.
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