Tonight,

the rain is tapping softly against the window,

and I am smiling for no particular reason.

The world has not changed.

My problems are still waiting for me tomorrow.

Yet somehow,

the air feels lighter.

As if the sky has opened just enough

to remind me that life is not only made of heavy things.

Perhaps it is June.

Perhaps it is the rain.

Perhaps it is the quiet decision I made somewhere along the way—

to stop carrying everything that was never mine to hold.

Whatever is meant for me will find me.

Whatever leaves was never asking to stay.

And for the first time in a long time,

I am not waiting.

I am not chasing.

I am simply here—

watching the rain,

feeling the colors return,

and loving the girl I am becoming.