Every Storm Runs Out of Rain

The clouds are still there…but they’ve changed. 

They’ve softened. Light is beginning to break through.
You can see the blue peeking in, that quiet promise that the storm is losing its grip.
And then, something almost divine…a sunrise reflecting on the clouds that once felt so heavy.

This is the moment after the rain.
Not quite clear skies, not quite sunshine, but something is shifting.

This is where the pathway begins to open.
Not because everything is perfect,
but because you made it through.

You’ve weathered something. You’ve held on.
And now, it’s time to lift your head, feel the warmth on your face,
and take the next step…one foot in the light, one still damp from the storm.

Keep walking.
The sky is changing, and so are you.

Every Storm Runs Out of Rain – Maya Angelou