The Rain That Missed the Roof

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Date: 12 May 2025

There’s a kind of rain that never hits the rooftop. It falls somewhere else—on forgotten places, on parched lands waiting in silence, on people who no longer look up. And sometimes, that rain is not water. It’s grace. It’s kindness. It’s a second chance.

I once watched a boy chase a balloon that flew away in the wind. He didn’t cry. He smiled at it as it floated far beyond his reach. That day, I learned that not every loss needs mourning. Some are gentle teachers. Some are invisible rain.

There are moments in our lives when things don’t fall into place the way we hoped. The dream job goes to someone else. The apology doesn’t arrive. The person you waited for forgets the promise. These are the rains that miss the roof. But maybe they fall somewhere else where they’re more needed. Maybe what misses us is meant to bless another ground.

It takes wisdom to know that not every delay is denial. Not every absence is emptiness. And not every missed moment is a mistake. Sometimes, the universe knows how to water our souls without soaking our plans.

So if today feels like the sky held back what you hoped it would give, trust that another form of rain is on its way.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

Guwahati, Assam, India

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