THE RAIN OF HAPPINESS

I still remember the day, I started to paint my own sky, but, it always cry. It always has rain, full of happiness and pain. But I am waiting for a special rain which will only have happiness nothing else. Still the hope of the rain of happiness, When I will exit that moody Stress The day I will touch my own sky and feel it, The friends who made wounds would heel it. That hope would never die....❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹