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All night, the rainy season creatures came. They didn't speak, but they left gifts: a forgotten button polished silver, a dried petal made soft again, a single note of a song her grandfather used to whistle. By dawn, they had slipped back into the gutters and down to the flooded fields.

“You’ll see them soon,” her grandmother said one evening, as the first gray clouds stacked themselves against the hills. “Not with your eyes, maybe. But you’ll know.” rainy season creatures

Every year, just before the first big storm broke the summer’s back, Lina’s grandmother would pull the heavy clay pots inside and hang bundles of dried lemon leaves over every door. “They don’t like the bitter smoke,” she’d say. She never said who they were. All night, the rainy season creatures came

Lina never tried to catch them or show them to anyone. But every rainy season after that, she left a thimble of honey on the windowsill—not for the bees, but for the little creatures made of rain, who came each year to remind her that nothing truly lost is ever gone. It just goes underground, waiting for the wet season to bring it back up. “You’ll see them soon,” her grandmother said one