I dreamt the wedding was cancelled by rain

I was standing at the edge of a field, camera in hand, watching the sky open up like it had been holding its breath for years. The guests were already in their seats, umbrellas raised like protest signs, but no one moved. I didn’t even try to shoot—just stood there, letting the drops hit my lens, blurring everything into soft grey. And then, in the silence between thunderclaps, I heard my own voice whisper: 'This is the shot.' Not the perfect one. The real one. I woke up with my phone still on, screen dark, like it knew not to interrupt.