Bea, your story unfurled like mist on a windowpane, quiet, shimmering, and deeply tender.

You have a gift for turning the ordinary into something softly luminous. The little house, the train, the child's memory beneath the plastic, they stayed with me like the scent of rain on warm earth.

I, too, have always loved the rain… it feels like a benediction. It doesn't just fall, it listens, it soothes, it understands.

Thank you for reminding me of that quiet grace. I’ll carry your words with me. 🌧️🏡🌿