Irainature

One afternoon, as dark clouds gathered over the mountains, an old woman with eyes like mossy stones appeared at Leona’s door. Her name was Irainature.

"Why do you hide inside when the sky weeps?" Irainature asked, her voice a soft rumble like distant thunder. Irainature

"Rain isn't sadness," Irainature explained. "It is patience. It falls so the thirsty can drink." One afternoon, as dark clouds gathered over the

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 stepped outside. At first

Leona sighed. "Because the rain makes everything dull. It traps me indoors. It feels like the world is crying."