Leona sighed. "Because the rain makes everything dull. It traps me indoors. It feels like the world is crying."
And the rain no longer felt like sadness. It felt like the world watering its own garden—and her heart, at last, learned to bloom in every storm. Irainature
For the first time, she didn't feel trapped. She felt connected. Leona sighed
Irainature smiled. "You misunderstand the rain, child. You see tears. I see a giver of life. Come. Walk with me." It feels like the world is crying
Reluctantly, Leona stepped outside. At first, the cold drops made her shiver. But Irainature pointed to a small, withered fern by the roadside. "Look," she said. As the rain touched its curled leaves, they slowly unfurled, turning a vibrant, hopeful green.
Leona looked up. The sky was still dark, but she noticed something new: the way the rain made the pebbles gleam like polished jewels, the earthy perfume rising from the soil, the way each drop created a tiny, perfect ripple in a puddle.
"Rain isn't sadness," Irainature explained. "It is patience. It falls so the thirsty can drink."