The rain came without warning, washing over Laamu Fonadhoo’s Link Road and turning it into a playground of puddles and laughter. Kids ran barefoot through the water, their joy echoing down the street. Watching them, I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like looking through a window to my own childhood, when rain meant freedom, not inconvenience. Some moments don’t just remind us of the past. They bring it back, alive and real for a heartbeat.