"Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man's growth without destroying his roots." -Frank Howard Clark
This morning, it's pouring outside my window. I can hear the beads of rain hitting the pavement, the window screen, and the roof. Inside, the rain is beautiful. Outside, the rain is problematic. Driving in it, is not my favorite thing to do, especially in a car that's so low to the ground. But there are certainly worse things. In fact, I've really come to love the rain. Too much of anything can get annoying, but a little bit of rain goes along way. For me, there's such a calming effect that comes with the peace of the rain. It sort of slows down life. And it makes me stop and think. One of my favorite things in the world, is dancing in the rain.
I mean, if you can't learn to dance in the rain, when can you learn to dance?
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