The rain poured softly over the quiet temple yard, and little MOKA, the idol monkey everyone loved, lay curled up on the cold cement. His small body trembled as the raindrops splashed over his thin fur. Once so playful and full of energy, today MOKA looked weak and lonely. The gray clouds above seemed to share his sadness, covering the world in a blanket of sorrow.
MOKA tried to close his eyes, but the chill of the wet ground made him shiver. His tiny hands hugged his chest, seeking warmth that wasn’t there. Each drop of rain that fell on his face looked like a tear, mixing with the real ones that slowly rolled down his cheeks. He softly whimpered — a heartbreaking sound of a baby monkey longing for his mother’s comfort.
The troop had gone into the trees to find shelter, but MOKA, tired and perhaps feeling forgotten, stayed behind. He glanced around with his big brown eyes, hoping someone would come. His little voice cried out, weak and fading under the rhythm of the rain. The sound echoed through the empty yard, touching the hearts of anyone who might see him.
Despite the sadness, there was something deeply touching in MOKA’s quiet endurance. Even as the rain grew heavier, he pressed his tiny face against the cement, as if hoping it might offer some warmth. The world around him was cold and wet, but his innocent soul still waited patiently for a gentle touch, a warm body to lean on, and the love he truly needed.
Poor MOKA — even in the storm, his spirit shone, reminding us that every small life deserves kindness and comfort, especially when the world feels cold.
