rain - a short story The first drop fell like a whisper, tapping gently on the window glass. Soon, the sky opened its hands, and the streets turned silver with falling light. Children ran barefoot through the puddles, their laughter louder than thunder. An old man lifted his face to the clouds, eyes closed, as if greeting an old friend. And in that quiet storm, the world was washed clean— every leaf shining, every heart a little softer.
