Upward Rain Falling on Boardroom Table in Tamale

Cool daylight from the atrium washes the polished surface of a long boardroom table in Tamale. A return-to-sender parcel tray sits centered on the wood, its edges catching sharp highlights. Through the impossible sky, crisp silver streaks of rain fall upward, defying gravity while the carpet edges remain cool and still. The late morning light balances the glow of screens against the natural brightness. Leading lines of the table frame guide the view toward the tray. Dust motes do not dance; the air is still. One silver streak pauses mid-air, suspended just above the tray's rim before continuing its ascent toward the ceiling.