The rain is here. It is like a sparkling silver stream, falling from the skies. So many, just as beautiful as the good lord can make it.
If u can only imagine wat it's like for the less fortunate, how dreaded they are. Wearing rags and eating dirt.
But, we need to see the shine of the silent winter, the laughter of the shining summer, the dawn of the dying leaves in autumn, and (my fave) the silvery mist (rain) of early spring.
And remember that someone has it worse than you.
It may be me, it may be ur neighbor. But someone is always, always thinking of you.
And even if you think no one is, ur wrong, very wrong.
Because.......
I am.
If no one else is, then I am.
Do you think
of other
people even
if u don't
know them?
Why not? -Erica