The Frog Who Waited for the Rain 🐸🌧️⛈️

[MysteRy]

Long ago, in a village where the sun burned without mercy and the sky forgot how to weep, lived a small green frog named Tedo. The riverbeds cracked, the trees drooped, and the birds flew elsewhere in search of hope. Every animal had given up on the rain—except Tedo.

Every morning, Tedo would hop to the center of the dry village pond, face the sky, and sing. His voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sweet. But it was steady.

“Why do you sing to a sky that does not listen?” mocked the crow.

“Because the rain will come,” Tedo replied. “And when it does, it must know I’ve been waiting.”

The tortoise shook his head. The lizard rolled her eyes. Even the monkeys laughed from the treetops.

Still, Tedo sang.

One night, the wind began to whisper. The stars blinked more quickly. And somewhere beyond the hills, the clouds gathered.

Tedo felt it in his bones. That morning, he sang louder than ever, even though his throat was dry and cracked.

Then—BOOM.

A single raindrop fell.

Then another. And another.

And suddenly, the sky burst open like a calabash. Rain poured down with joy, drenching the earth, reviving the trees, and waking sleeping seeds.

The animals danced. The pond filled. The villagers rejoiced.

But none forgot the little frog who had believed when everyone else had stopped.

From that day on, whenever the rain returned, the animals would pause—and listen. Somewhere, Tedo’s song still echoed in the droplets.

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Moral Lessons:

 1. Faith is not believing when the rain falls—it’s singing when the sky is still silent.
 
2. Hope doesn’t require a crowd—it only needs one steady voice.
 
3. Those who wait with patience often become the first to witness miracles.

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