Day Seventy · The Rain Has Stopped

It's not the heavy downpour, but a fine, continuous drizzle, like someone tearing cotton in the sky. The rain makes people impatient, makes them forget what a sunny day looks like. Clothes can't dry, quilts stay damp, and even the mood starts to mold.
But this morning — the rain has stopped.
When I pull back the curtains, sunlight floods in, so bright I can't open my eyes. The potted pothos on the windowsill, which had been drooping, now stands upright, water droplets still hanging from the tips of the leaves, sparkling. Someone downstairs is drying blankets, colorful and vibrant, like a spring flag.
In the past, when it rained, the numbers on the account would decrease day by day, like leaves being gradually stripped by raindrops. The group chat grew quiet, no one posted on Moments, even the KOLs who used to call out trades hardly spoke anymore.
Some say the rain won't stop. Some say, just cut it now. Some say, never touch it again.
I didn't leave. Not because I'm brave, but because I know — the rain will stop.
Every rain will stop. That's what I learned in these sixty-nine days. Not today, maybe tomorrow, or the day after. As long as you wait for the day it stops, you'll find the air is cleaner than before, the leaves are greener, and the sunlight is warmer.
Today, the rain has stopped.
The account is still here, the positions are still here, and so is the confidence. Those floating losses are not wounds; they are puddles after the rain. When the sun comes out, they will slowly evaporate, turn into clouds, into the next rain, or into a rainbow. #Gate广场四月发帖挑战