Sometimes it’s the simplest moments that catch you.

You’re just going through your day. Doing normal things. Nothing particularly wrong, nothing particularly big.

And yet… there’s this quiet feeling sitting somewhere inside you.

Not loud.

Not overwhelming.

Just there.

Like you’re carrying something you never really had the chance to put down.

Some emotions don’t come out the way we expect them to.

Not everything arrives with tears.

Not everything has a clear ending.

Not everything gets spoken out loud.

Sometimes life moves too fast. Sometimes you don’t have the space. Sometimes you’re the one trying to stay strong, so you swallow things before they spill.

You tell yourself you’ll deal with it later.

But later doesn’t always come with silence and time.

Later comes with more days, more tasks, more noise.

So the rain stays.

And maybe it isn’t even about one big thing.

Maybe it’s a collection of small hurts.

Disappointments you brushed off.

Conversations that never happened.

Goodbyes that didn’t feel complete.

A version of yourself you had to leave behind.

It builds quietly.

And you carry it.

That’s what I think of when I hear the phrase “carrying rain in your chest.”

It’s when you seem okay. You’re functioning. You’re smiling when you need to. You’re showing up.

But inside, there are still emotions that never found their way out.

Not because you’re hiding them on purpose.

Sometimes you were just trying to survive.

Sometimes life didn’t give you room to feel.

So you kept going.

And the rain stayed.

Maybe it’s grief that didn’t get named.

Maybe it’s hurt that was brushed past too quickly.

Maybe it’s a season that asked too much of you.

And it doesn’t mean you’re falling apart.

It just means you’re human.

Some people carry sunshine.

Some people carry storms.

Most of us carry a little of both.

I think so many people do this.

They walk around with calm faces and full hearts.

And sometimes we mistake that calm for being finished with something.

But being quiet doesn’t mean you’re healed.

It might just mean you’re still holding it gently.

Carrying rain doesn’t make you weak.

It means you felt something deeply.

It means you cared.

It means you’re still human.

And healing… healing doesn’t always look like sunshine right away.

Sometimes healing looks like acknowledging the rain.

Letting yourself feel it without shame.

Giving yourself permission to be softer than you’ve had to be.

And maybe healing isn’t about forcing the rain to disappear…

Maybe it’s simply giving yourself permission to feel it, little by little.

To be gentle.

To breathe.

To let the clouds move at their own pace.

“Even quiet rain deserves a place to fall.”

Maybe one day, you won’t have to carry it so tightly.

Maybe one day, the rain will finally have a place to fall.

But for now, if you’re walking around with something unspoken inside you…

You’re not alone.

Until next time,