The rain poured gently outside, painting the world in shades of gray and soft whispers. Inside the cozy shelter, Monkey Lyly sat quietly by the window, her little hands pressed against the cool glass. Raindrops slid down like tiny silver rivers, and Lyly watched them with deep, quiet eyes. She wasn’t chattering or jumping around like usual. Today, something was different.
Her mother noticed and tilted her head. “Lyly… what are you thinking about?”
But Lyly didn’t answer. Her eyes were lost in the dance of the raindrops, her mind somewhere far away. Was she thinking about the walk she missed because of the storm? Or maybe about the time she played in the puddles last week, splashing around until her clothes were soaked and her laughter filled the air?
Perhaps she remembered Nana, the elder monkey who once told her stories about rain spirits and jungle legends. Or maybe she was simply wondering where the raindrops go when they disappear off the windowpane.
She let out a tiny sigh, still silent. Outside, the rain grew heavier, thudding softly on the roof like a lullaby. Her tail wrapped around her legs, and she leaned her head against the glass.
Her mom gently placed a warm blanket over her shoulders and sat beside her. Still no words. Just quiet rain and quiet hearts.
Sometimes, even the most playful little monkeys have days where they just need to think. And that’s okay. Not every moment has to be filled with bouncing and giggling. Some moments are meant for feeling, remembering, and just… being still.
Lyly blinked slowly and finally whispered, “I think the rain sounds like a song.”
Her mother smiled. “A beautiful one.”
And together, they sat there, side by side, listening to the melody of the rain, their thoughts floating like clouds in the sky.
