The Rain That Fell Upward

For one hour each decade, rain in a remote village rose instead of falling. Farmers, children, elders — all stood beneath the ascending droplets. One girl asked her grandmother why it happened. The old woman smiled. “It teaches us that nothing is ever truly lost. Even tears find their way home.” The girl lifted her face, feeling dry drops touch her cheeks before floating upward. She realized then that even broken things can rise when they release their weight.