Tree Can Feel Rain?
Lina: “Ayaan… do you think trees can feel the rain?”
Ayaan: “Hmm… you mean like, feel it the way we feel it on our skin?”
Lina: “Yeah. Like, when the first drop touches a leaf—do they know it’s raining?”
Ayaan: “I think maybe they do. Not like we do, but… in their own way. Like when their roots drink the water. Maybe that’s how they feel it.”
Lina: “Sometimes, I think trees are alive in ways we don’t understand. They don’t speak, but they listen. And maybe they don’t move, but they notice.”
Ayaan: “My dad once told me that trees bend toward the sun. So if they follow light, maybe they can sense water too. Maybe when it rains, they smile… inside.”
Lina: “I love that thought. Trees smiling inside.”
Ayaan: “Imagine a big, old banyan tree waking up and whispering to its leaves, ‘Ah, finally, a drink!’”
Lina: “Or maybe the leaves tickle each other when the raindrops hit them. Like little giggles in the forest.”
Ayaan: “We should write that down! ‘Leaves giggle in rain. Trees smile quietly.’ Sounds like a poem.”
Lina: “Ooo! Yes! And we can draw a picture of a happy tree with water drops on its face.”
Ayaan: “Okay, how about this:
‘The rain taps gently on the leaves,
The tree drinks deep and softly breathes.
Its roots rejoice beneath the ground,
While leafy laughter twirls around.’”
Lina: “Ayaan! That’s beautiful! Did you just make that up?”
Ayaan: “Yeah… kind of. You inspired it.”
Lina: “I think the Thinking Nest helps us hear the things trees want to say.”
Ayaan: “Maybe trees like us too. Maybe they know we’re listening.”
Lina:
“Then let’s promise to always listen… even when we grow up.”
Ayaan: “Deal. Tree listeners forever.”
Lina: “Tree listeners forever.”
That was a lovely conversation, filled with wonder and imagination. Ayaan and Lina shared moments like this every day in their Thinking Nest, choosing a new topic to explore each time—sometimes about nature, sometimes about the stars, and other times about the mysteries of their own village. Whether it was “Can birds talk to each other?” or “Why do shadows change shape?”, they poured their curiosity into questions and tried to solve them in their own thoughtful, childlike way. These daily talks not only deepened their friendship but also made their little treehouse a place where ideas grew as freely as the leaves around them.
