When The Rain Came - Ethereal Forest Wallpaper Mural

You worked until the rain came.
There were gardens to tend, wood to stack, lines to hang,
and you didn’t stop just because you were tired.
You stopped when the sky softened.

The rain meant something different there.
When the first drops hit the soil, it was as though the land itself was saying,
That’s enough now. You’ve done well. Sit. Breathe.

We’d sit by the window, sweaters damp, tea steaming in chipped mugs,
watching the woods go quiet as the world washed clean.