Rainy Folklore Tradition

The rain has turned the street into a metronome of whispers, and I found myself transcribing each drop as if it were a syllable from an ancient chant. My notebook is full of the village woman's story, but I keep debating the precise meaning of her idiom, as if each translation were a secret code. I paused to taste the salt of the air, an act of ritual in itself, and felt the ordinary pulse of the city shift into something almost ceremonial. Even as my lunch went unattended, I couldn't help but wonder how a simple spoonful could carry the weight of a whole tradition. #ethnography #folklore 🌧️