Next time you hold an umbrella and look down at the puddles, you will remember what I said: Rain is God's fireworks. So the patter of rain falling is the pop of fireworks. Every time a firework blooms, God becomes happier. So I squatted there and watched the fireworks. It squirted mud at me. The mud smeared on me and turned into a little flower. Why did it rain on me? Because flowers need watering.
Intention: Go to youth with enthusiasm, write growth with regrets
