about to rain

Amma stood in her courtyard as clouds gathered, remembering Avvaiyar's verses about nature's cycles. The old Tamil poet understood storms like she did, as blessings wrapped in thunder. Her daughter had sent money through the social network that morning, enough to secure the harvest before rain ruined it. Violated by poverty for years, this moment felt sacred. The first drops fell, cooling parched earth. Amma whispered gratitude to ancestors who taught resilience through literature and land. Her granddaughter would learn these stories, inherit this strength. Community endured through seasons, through stories, through love passed forward.