rainy days.

I used to hate rainy days.

The stillness. The grey. The quiet.

But then —

I learned to watch the rain.

Not rush past it.

Not drown under it.

Just… sit.

The world moves slower in July.

So I did too.

No more back-to-back meetings.

No more pretending to be busy.

Just tea.

A pen.

And pages that didn’t mind my silence.

Some days, all we need is to feel small.

And safe.

Inside.

While the world dances in the storm.

I used to chase clarity.

Now I wait for it.

Like sunlight through curtains.

Or that one message that says:

“Take your time. I’m here.”

Maybe that’s what rain teaches us.

Presence.

Patience.

Peace.

Until the sun comes back.

And we’re ready again.

Love,

Dhruv.