Between two downpours, life quietly resumes—clothes flutter, umbrellas dry, and sunshine lends the valley a fleeting moment of warmth and hope.
The valley springs with life.
Colorful clothes drying on the washline,
umbrellas aired for reuse,
in the brief spell of humid sunshine,
before the stillness of the next downpour.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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