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This morning the sky wore a dark shawl of clouds, and in my first steps I knew rain was waiting somewhere above me.

I returned for an umbrella, then paused again. What if the rain never came? Why carry a burden for a storm that might remain a promise? So I left the umbrella behind and walked empty handed.

No rain arrived. Instead, the heavens offered silver clouds, restless winds, and the deep green breathing of the earth. I wandered beneath them like a guest in a hidden garden.

This season carries an ancient pulse; its energy enters the heart before the first drop falls. And every leaf seemed to whisper that joy needs no certainty.