“Every storm runs out of rain”
Maya Angelou said, “Every storm runs out of rain.” I read that today and just sat with it for a minute. It’s such a simple truth, but one that’s hard to believe when you’re standing in the middle of the downpour. I think about how often we try to speed it up — the healing, the clarity, the getting over it. But storms move at their own pace. They always do.
Eventually, the rain lightens, almost without you noticing. You look up, and it’s not gone, but it’s softer. Maybe that’s the reminder — that nothing stays as heavy as it feels right now, and we don’t have to rush the clearing. It comes when it’s ready.