A small village in South America received rain almost every afternoon.
Visitors called it the village of eternal rain.
A young writer came to escape the heat of the city.
At first, the constant rain annoyed him.
But after several days, he began noticing its beauty.
Rain on rooftops.
Rain on flowers.
Rain flowing through streets.
Children playing in puddles.
Old people drinking tea beside windows.
He wrote his most beautiful stories there.
When he finally left, the sky was clear.
He almost wished for rain.
The village had taught him that beauty often depends not on changing the world, but on changing the way we look at it.
