Under the Summer Rain

The wooden pier stretched into the calm water, framed by the soft murmur of rustling leaves. She sat gracefully, her boots resting on the aged planks, their dark leather a contrast to the lightness of her flowing dress.

The air was thick with summer’s warmth, but the first raindrops brought a welcome coolness, glistening as they touched her hair, her sleeves. She didn’t rush for shelter—some moments deserve to be felt fully. The rain painted delicate patterns on the wooden walls behind her, the lake reflecting the storm’s quiet approach.

There’s something about rain that reveals the soul—a kind of unguarded, poetic beauty that makes for the most unforgettable portraits.