This morning, the sky hid the sun behind a blanket of clouds. The air felt cool, and a soft drizzle fell, like the quiet steps of a nameless woman arriving without sound. Silent. Yet there was a peace that seeped gently into my heart.
I stood by the window, gazing at the backyard garden. Raindrops kissed the green leaves, merging with the soil that longed for rain. There, the flowers I had planted months ago were starting to bloom shyly. Their colors danced with the drizzle, creating a harmony that soothed my soul.
I decided to step outside. I didn’t mind if the edges of my clothes got wet or my hair became messy from the drizzle. I wanted to capture this beauty. Each petal seemed like a painting delicately crafted by the Most Artistic. Some were soft pink, like the blushing cheeks of a child. Others were pure white, as clean as a prayer whispered at dawn.
As I held my camera and took pictures, a smile crept across my face. Not because the photos would be perfect, but because I knew moments like this didn’t come often. The cloudy skies, the gentle drizzle, the blooming flowers... they felt like a small gift from God this morning, for a heart ready to be grateful.
