Several days later.
The rain that had battered the mountains finally stopped.
As if the sky had decided to take a break, the clouds slowly dissipated, giving way to a soft clarity that seemed to wash not only the earth but also the air. Everything looked cleaner. Sharper. More real.
Kiran Mountain, which had been on the verge of collapse due to flooding, began to catch its breath. The fields, once flooded and barren, now breathed under the sun. The water receded little by little, and the farmers were able to return to work the land with calloused hands and modest hopes.
The city also felt relieved. The streets were once again filled with footsteps, shops reopened their doors, and voices returned to the markets, not with joy, but with a sense of normalcy. And in difficult times, normality was a luxury.
