This isn’t photography. It’s emotional archaeology.

She didn’t capture rain — she captured the sigh it left behind.

No filters. No hashtags. Just a trembling lens and a mother’s whisper: ‘What’s hidden? Sacred.’

I once thought ‘Chiang Mai’ was just weather.

Turns out it was memory wearing linen.

And yes — beauty doesn’t scream. It weeps.

You wanna like this? Comment below before the rain finds you again.