Rain in the dry season

That day, the sky was so stubborn—refusing to cry, letting the earth crack from the unforgiving heat. I walked among the hanging dust, breathless from the air that was like fire. The dry season seemed unwilling to end, bringing with it everything barren: dried up hopes, withered smiles, and heavy times.

Then you came.

Like the first rain that fell in the middle of a cruel season. Your drizzle slowly moistened the barren soil of my heart, seeping slowly, returning color to the world that I had seen as gray. You were the freshness that I had not expected, the drops of happiness that crept between the cracks in my soul.