Under the grey sky, as dark clouds gathered above, a tiny baby monkey sat curled up on a large tree branch. The once warm and cheerful forest had turned silent and gloomy. As raindrops began to fall gently from the sky, the little one shivered. His tiny arms wrapped around himself tightly, trying to find warmth in the cold air that swept through the trees.
His soft fur quickly became soaked, and the water clung to his skin like icy fingers. With wide, confused eyes, he looked around, hoping his mother would come to shelter him. But she was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she had gone to find food or momentarily wandered off. The poor baby monkey let out a soft cry, his lips trembling, not just from the cold but also from fear and loneliness.
Every drop that landed on his head made him flinch. His little body shook, not built yet to handle the harshness of the world. Other monkeys had taken cover under thick leaves or hidden in tree hollows. But he, too young to know where to go, was left exposed to nature’s mood.
Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder echoed across the jungle. The baby whimpered, crawling closer to the tree trunk, trying to make himself smaller. His eyes blinked rapidly as tears mixed with rain, dripping down his tiny cheeks. The forest no longer felt like home—it felt big and cold.
Then, through the downpour, a shadow appeared. It was his mother! She rushed to him, wrapping him tightly in her arms, shielding him from the rain. Finally, the warmth returned. Though the rain still poured, the baby monkey now felt safe, no longer cold, as he snuggled into his mother’s chest.
