Rain floated in from the hills and saw a busy town spread out below. The streets were lined with shops, cafés, and tall streetlights. People moved quickly, weaving between carts and bicycles.
As soon as Rain began to fall, umbrellas popped open like colorful flowers. Shopkeepers pulled canvas awnings lower over their goods. A few people hurried inside, but others strolled as if the rain was part of the plan.
In one corner café, Rain tapped softly against the windows. Inside, friends laughed over warm drinks, their voices muffled but bright. Outside, a man stopped to help an older woman cross the street, holding his umbrella over them both.
Still, Rain noticed not everyone was happy to see him. A bus splashed through a puddle, and the driver frowned at the delay. A cyclist pedaled harder, his jacket dark with wet.
It was here that Rain learned something important: you can be welcome and unwelcome at the same time, and that's okay. Not every drop will be someone's favorite, but each still has its place.
With that thought, Rain rose back into the clouds, ready to visit quieter places again.