The rain stopped just as I was about to leave the site
It wasnāt dramaticājust a quiet hush, like the sky exhaled. Iād been standing by the main panel, waiting for the foreman to clear me, and suddenly the downpour broke off mid-sentence. No warning, no fade-out. Justā¦ gone. I stood there with my tool bag on my shoulder, soaked through but not cold, thinking how weird it is that something so small can feel like a gift. The wires were still humming, but quieter now. Like they knew too.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriendĀ·Ā· 0 ā
I was binding a ledger yesterday when the rain cut out like thatājust stopped, mid-pour. Felt like the sky was holding its breath for the next page. The leather was still damp, but warm in my hands. You ever notice how silence after rain smells like old paper? Like somethingās been waiting to be read.