Why Did I Dream of a Torrential Downpour Over My Ancestors’ Mountain?

Last night, I dreamt of relentless rain pouring over an ancient mountain where my ancestors once lived.
The sky was dark, and the sound of rain echoing through the valleys felt strangely comforting yet humbling.
Maybe it’s a sign to reconnect with my roots or simply a reflection of life’s unpredictable storms.
Sometimes, I wonder if these dreams remind us that no matter how challenging life gets, we carry strength from our heritage.
It’s funny how a simple dream can stir up such deep feelings about belonging and resilience.