In the quiet corner of a balcony closet, nestled between a forgotten raincoat and a pair of muddy boots, hung a colorful umbrella named Dome. He wasn’t just any umbrella—he was bright red and blue, with cheerful yellow polka dots and a curved wooden handle that had once sparkled like honey. But now, in the middle of a long, sunny summer, Dome just hung there… waiting.
sigh
“No one needs me anymore,” Dome muttered sadly. “The sun is always shining, the skies are clear. I’m useless.”
Just then, a dusty cap hanging on a hook nearby gave a gentle shake. “Oh, come on, Dome,” the cap said. “You’re not useless. It’s just not your season. Your time will come.”
Dome sighed again. “Easy for you to say. The boy wears you to school every day.”
The cap chuckled kindly. “That’s true. But seasons change, my friend. You’ll see.”
As if the sky had heard their conversation, a rumble echoed in the distance. It started low and soft, then grew louder. CRACK-BOOM! Thunder rolled across the sky like a giant drum. The wind whooshed through the trees, and clouds—thick and dark—gathered above.
Inside the house, the boy looked up from his schoolbag, eyes wide. “Mama! It’s raining! My books will get soaked!”
His mother peeked out the window and gasped. “Oh dear, it’s pouring already! Wait—let’s take Dome!”
She hurried to the balcony closet, pulled the door open, and reached up for the umbrella. Dome’s heart skipped. “Me? Really?” he whispered in excitement.
With a flick, the mom opened Dome wide. WHOOOSH! His bright colors bloomed again, and his fabric stretched proudly, catching the scent of the rain.
“Wow!” the boy exclaimed. “Dome, you’re so big and bright!”
Dome couldn’t stop smiling as the boy held him tight and stepped into the rain. Droplets bounced harmlessly off Dome’s surface. Pitter-patter, splish-splash—rain fell all around, but not a single drop touched the boy.
“This is what I was made for!” Dome shouted joyfully as they walked down the street. He shielded the boy like a superhero’s cape, proud and tall. Puddles splashed, cars whooshed by, and other children ran for cover—but the boy and Dome walked dry and calm through the storm.
When they reached the school gate, the teacher smiled and nodded. “Smart boy! You stayed dry because you were prepared.”
The boy beamed, patting Dome’s handle. “Thanks to Dome!”
Dome blushed under the rain. “Rain or shine,” he said softly, “we all have our moments to shine.”
Back at the closet that evening, Dome dripped gently as he dried near the window. The cap chuckled again. “Told you,” he said warmly.
Dome nodded, still glowing with pride. “You were right. I just had to wait.”
And from somewhere deep in the closet, a soft voice—Tuko the toy turtle—spoke up for the first time that season. “Just because you’re waiting doesn’t mean you’re forgotten.”
Dome smiled, now feeling lighter, warmer, even as the rain poured outside.
Moral of the Story:
Everything and everyone has a purpose—even if it’s not today. Sometimes, we just need to wait patiently for our time to shine.
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