The Day the Sky Waited

Happy New Year to all Steemians

It is a story time, and in the morning, everyone complained as the sky refused to rain.

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Children looked up, farmers stared at their fields, and felt a sense of disappointment. The air felt heavy, as if it were holding a secret. Only Cynthia noticed something different in the whole village the sky wasn't angry or dry. It was just waiting for the right time.

Cynthia lived in a small village where people believed that every season had a message for them. Cynthia's grandmother once told her, "It is not all delays that are denials. Some delays are preparations". Cynthia remembering this, carried her empty bucket to the river.

Along the path, while going to the river to fetch water, she met people giving up returning home, shaking their heads. "No rainfall today," they said. Cynthia smiled and kept walking to the river.

At the riverbank, she sat quietly. She didn't rush. She just listened. By afternoon, the wind shifted. The clouds gathered slowly, carefully, as if they were choosing the right moment. Then, without a single warning, the first raindrop fell soft, warm, and full of promise. Soon the rain followed, joyful and generous.

As the villagers noticed they ran outside, laughing and shouting. Crops drank deeply. The earth sighed in relief. That very moment, as the sky cleared, Cynthia filled her bucket with water and walked home. Her grandmother met her at the door and said nothing to her she only smiled.

From that day onwards, whenever things seemed delayed, the village remembered the day the sky waited. And they learned a quiet truth.

Sometimes it is trusting the right moment that knows your name and not patience.