And when it falls…it falls like rain.


I feel as though I’ve been a little MIA lately, and to be perfectly fair, it’s understandable. It’s Ramadhan. My most precious time of year, the time when self-reflection is overwhelmingly needed and apparent and inner peace is almost a given…as long as I try not to think too hard about the realities I face.

I just wanted to post something very brief, and it’s almost as if the rainfall is compelling me to say, that blessings fall like the rain, they fall in abundance, some people think it is just a nuisance, but it’s often disguised in ways we can only appreciate when we truly need to.

NQ out.