They said,
“She’s just a girl.”
As if that title came with shortcuts,
as if grace wasn’t earned
on nights that swallowed my name.
They saw lipstick.
Not the war cries behind it.
They saw heels.
Not the climb.
I was not born with a key
I broke in.
Through closed doors, raised eyebrows,
and ceilings rigged with silence.
You call it luck?
No, love.
Its scars are rebranded as sparkle.
It’s doubt kneeling at the feet of defiance.
I turned every “you can’t”.
into choreography.
Stepped through fire,
didn’t flinch
Just adjusted my crown.
mid-burn.
So yes, I’m a girl.
But let me clarify:
I am not the soft sigh you expected.
I’m the howl of every silenced soul.
You mistook it for silence.
I am the reckoning
written in tears,
tempered in flame,
and crowned in the ruins
you thought would break me.

This isn't rain.
This is resurrection.

The journey of two
not just a spark,
but the firewood,
the wind,
the tending.

It doesn’t start with matching vibes.
It starts with matching intents.
Not just chemistry,
but craft.
Two minds, two wounds,
two worlds—
and one vow to weave
instead of tear.

We hear it often:
equality, freedom, man vs woman—
But love isn’t a protest.
It’s a pact.
Not about who yields,
But who builds?
Together.

In every relationship—
romantic, professional, or even divine—
power isn’t in control,
but in contribution.
It’s holding space for a soul to unfurl
while keeping your own from shrinking.

It’s not one shining while the other waits.
It’s an alternating light.
Being the calm during their storm,
and the storm when they’ve settled into silence.

True freedom?
Isn’t standing solo.
It’s standing strong enough
to hold someone
without folding.

Respect is earned—
but in tandem.
Trust is built—
not by one,
but by both choosing.
over and over again
to rise
not above each other,
but beside.

Because the strongest bridges
aren’t made of sameness—
they’re made of differences
tied in truth,
and walked on by courage.

They said,
“She’s just a girl.”
As if that title came with shortcuts,
as if grace wasn’t earned
on nights that swallowed my name.
They saw lipstick.
Not the war cries behind it.
They saw heels.
Not the climb.
I was not born with a key
I broke in.
Through closed doors, raised eyebrows,
and ceilings rigged with silence.
You call it luck?
No, love.
It’s scars rebranded as sparkle.
It’s doubt kneeling at the feet of defiance.
I turned every “you can’t”
into choreography.
Stepped through fire,
didn’t flinch
just adjusted my crown
mid-burn.
So yes, I’m a girl.
But let me clarify:
I am not the soft sigh you expected.
I’m the howl of every silenced soul.
You mistook it for silence.
I am the reckoning
written in tears,
tempered in flame,
and crowned in the ruins
you thought would break me.

This isn't rain.
This is resurrection.

We live in moments
rushing, building, dreaming.
We make promises in the warmth of love.
in the fire of ambition,
in the quiet of hope.

To our families:
“I’ll be there.”
To ourselves
“I’ll rise.”
To the world
“I’ll make it better.”

But time moves.
Stress grows.
Fear whispers.
And the promise…
stays in the sky.

Not broken.
Just delayed.
Just shelved.
Just waiting for the “right time”
that never quite arrives.

We don’t forget our promises.
We corner them.
We tell ourselves
“I’m not ready.”
“I’ll do it when I’m stronger.”
“I’ll wait for the rain.”

But while we wait,
the soil dries.
The moments we meant to build
begin to fade.

This is the rain that doesn’t fall.
The promise that doesn’t land.
The love that doesn’t act.

But here’s the truth:
Even a drizzle can awaken a seed.
Even a small action
can redeem a forgotten vow.

So when the clouds turn grey,
when the scent of soil rises,
when the rhythm of raindrops begins
Let it remind you.

It’s time.

Time to fulfil what you once declared.
Time to redeem the promise you left behind.
Time to let the rain fall.

Because when it does,
it doesn’t just water the earth
It heals it.
It doesn’t just keep a promise
It creates a life worth living.

Let the rain fall.
Let the promise rise.
Let your journey be worthy
of the love, the vow,
and the redemption it deserves.