a dreamer's notes

People are vulnerable. They may have a hard exterior, they may be fragile, and they may even look like star holes, but deep inside everybody just wants to be touched deeply. So gently. So softly. So caringly. They just want you to know that someone understands. Your stories are your rain and sometimes people use umbrella. Umbrella does more harm than good but if you're lucky you'll meet someone who will dance in your rain. Even the storm it carries. They will love you for your dew drops, they will love the way you'll make the earth smell of petrichor. They will, someday, give you a sun and maybe then you'll smile and say, "it's a beautiful day."