Season Creatures | Rainy

They weren't scary. They looked… lonely.

When Lina told her grandmother, the old woman just nodded. “They remember what the dry months erase,” she said. “They are not pests. They are the world’s memory, washed loose.” rainy season creatures

That night, the rain came like a curtain dropping. Lina lay awake, listening. And then she heard it: a soft tap-tap-tap on the windowpane, not from a branch. She pulled the blanket to her chin and turned. They weren't scary