Rain Falls on Abandoned Nursery Ruins

Steady rain streaks across peeling white paint on the nursery walls, where vines have claimed the upper corners of the corridor. The cool season air hangs heavy with moisture, turning the crumbling plaster a darker shade of gray. Distant city lights from Bujumbura glow softly on the horizon, casting a faint orange hue that reflects off the wet stone floor. Birds nest in the hollowed-out window frames, their feathers damp and dark against the decaying wood. The rule of thirds places the heavy vine growth on the right, leaving the open, rain-swept corridor on the left. One puddle forms near the base of a fallen pillar, mirroring the distant streetlights in its still surface.