Pouring in Myself
There’s a certain kind of magic in the air before it rains. A stillness. A whisper. A knowing.
That magic isn't just in the skies—it's in me.
You see, I play a major part in this world. While rising from the atmosphere, sometimes unnoticed, I carry more than anyone knows. Even during unexpected, unforeseen days, I find myself too cold to continue, unable to withstand my own emotional weather. I freeze in mid-air, unsure if I’ll ever feel the sun again.
At times, I thought I was too “cool” for life’s lessons. I tried to float above it all, detached and untouchable. But my ability to stay self-absorbed wasn’t strong enough—because deep down, I was meant to give. I didn’t realize how much weight I was holding until the pressure was too much to bear. I had taken on more than I ever imagined.
So I fell.
In an overcast moment—gray, heavy, and honest—I came down.
But don’t be alarmed.
Because I didn’t fall to break.
I fell to nourish.
I fell to grow.
I fell to pour in myself.
Yes, there’s precipitation in the air, and the beauty of white clouds tells a story we too often forget: we rise, we gather, we carry, and eventually—we release. That’s what makes us beautiful.
Updrafts from warm winds lift droplets higher into the sky, allowing them to cool and condense into clouds. These clouds, fluffy and full of potential, hold a collection of tiny droplets—each one unique. Over time, as droplets grow in size and weight, gravity calls them home, and they fall as rain.
That rain?
It’s not just water.
It’s a return. A cycle. A becoming.
I realize now—I am that droplet.
You are too.
We are all born uniquely, shaped by the skies we come from, influenced by our journeys through heat and cold, light and shadow. And when the time is right, we pour into ourselves and the world around us.
Rain is not weakness.
It’s the reward of becoming full.
It’s the evidence of having lived, carried, and transformed.
And it’s no coincidence that rain brings life wherever it touches.
So next time you feel the weight, remember: it’s only a part of your process. You are not breaking—you’re preparing to pour.
“One day, you will tell your story of how you overcame what you went through, and it will be someone else’s survival guide. ”
Let the rain remind you: You matter. You’re rising. You’re becoming.
And when it’s time—you’ll pour in yourself.
Pouring in Myself 💧