17/10/2025
“Sometimes,” Pooh said softly, “the rain lasts longer than we’d like.”
The puddles had grown deep, and the clouds showed no hurry to leave. Pooh sat quietly, feeling damp both in spirit and in fur, watching the raindrops slide down his nose.
Christopher Robin stood nearby, his boots squelching in the mud. He didn’t tell Pooh to cheer up or try to see the bright side. Instead, he simply opened his umbrella and held it over them both.
“Even rainy days,” he said gently, “are easier when someone shares the umbrella.”
Pooh looked up, his eyes warm yet heavy. “Do you think the sun ever forgets us, Christopher Robin?”
Christopher Robin smiled. “No, Pooh. It’s only resting. Sometimes the sun hides for a while so we can discover how gentle the rain can be.”
His words sank into Pooh’s heart like honey on warm bread. Perhaps it was true — maybe kindness is a little bit of sunshine people save for the rainy days.
So they stayed together — one small bear and one faithful friend — not rushing, not wishing the storm away. Just waiting, side by side, until the world chose to shine again.
Because sometimes love doesn’t stop the rain.
It simply means standing beside someone — and holding the umbrella.