You had plans.
Outdoor ones. The good kind.
Then the clouds rolled in and cancelled everything.
You watch the rain and feel cheated.
Like the weather owed you something.
But somewhere across the city, a farmer watches the same sky with relief.
Months of dry earth finally drinking.
Your frustration and his gratitude falling from the same clouds.
The sky doesn't pick sides.
It doesn't know your calendar. Doesn't care about your mood.
It just gives.
We forget we're not the only ones receiving.
That what lands wrong for us might land right for someone else.
The universe isn't personal.
It's shared.
Your inconvenience might be someone else's answered prayer.
Same sky. Different stories.
