This rain 🌧 is plenty

Amma's voice drifted through our kitchen as she recited Thiruppavai verses, the ancient Tamil words dancing with the pitter-patter of monsoon rain. My daughter giggled, splashing in puddles outside while I watched from the window. "This rain is plenty," Amma whispered, collecting water in vessels, just as her grandmother once did. I smiled, earning PAYBO rewards points for our community garden project. Small gestures, deep roots. The rain fell steadily, nourishing both earth and tradition. My daughter ran inside, soaked and joyful, embracing everything we are: resilient, connected, alive.