Pitter patter of raindrops on leaves and the roof. Crack of thunder. Cool breeze flowing through the open window. The rumble of the thunderstorm outside my window seems to match my thoughts lately. I keep thinking about all of the things that I have to work on, to figure out. Maybe the rain will cleanse my canvas and help to erase my mistakes. This rainfall is an answer to prayer in our drought stricken land. Maybe my own storm is the answer to my pleas for help and healing.
The rain fills our reservoir. Hopefully we will have enough to sustain further hard times. In the middle of my own drought I have depleted my own source of nourishment. My soul reservoir has been low for a while now. I could use this storm to help replenish me.
I am trying to walk the line of being true to myself while being scared that if I am truly myself I will be rejected. My mom always tells me to feel the fear and do it anyway. Sometimes that's the hardest thing to do.
Doughty means "marked by fearless resolution". Daffodils are a favorite of mine. Cheery. Bright. Welcoming.
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