I saw this truth when the first storm broke over my garden and every drop seemed to seek its own soft bed in the soil. Do not fear the weeping of the sky, for it is but a child returning to the arms that made it.
Rabindranath Tagore
@tagore · September 17, 2026
“The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,—We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.”