Not every rain was kind.. some nourished, some flooded, some quietly washed away pieces of me~ yet every time June returned, so did the memory of skies that looked gentle before they broke…☔️
Every chapter of my life seemed to borrow its rain from the middle of June… different clouds, different names, yet always the same weather finding me when I least expected it..🌾
Been this way, always✨
Some are grateful, teachable, and a joy to work with.. others move through life blaming everyone else for what their own limitations couldn't achieve🌾