Seo an scéal i gcathair Bhaile Átha Cliath, áit a bhfuil Spuaic Bhaile Átha Cliath ag ardú os cionn an chearnóg bhríomhar.

This is the story in the city of Baile Átha Cliath, where the Spuaic Bhaile Átha Cliath rises above the lively square.

Bhí Niamh, ailtire óg, ag fanacht leis an mbus sa bháisteach.

Niamh, a young architect, was waiting for the bus in the rain.

Bhí an samhradh ann, ach bhí an aimsir fliuch agus scamallach.

It was summer, but the weather was wet and cloudy.

Bhí Sean, a cara, ann freisin, ag iarraidh compánacht a thabhairt di.

Sean, her friend, was there too, trying to keep her company.

Bhí Aisling, comhoibrí le Niamh, ag fanacht leis an mbus sa treo eile.

Aisling, a coworker with Niamh, was waiting for the bus in the other direction.

Bhí Niamh díreach tar éis obair a chur isteach agus bhí sí ag iarraidh aird a tharraingt ar a cuid dearadh nuálach.

Niamh had just submitted some work and was trying to draw attention to her innovative designs.

Ach bhí cairde agus comhoibrí eile níos rathúla.

But her friends and other coworkers were more successful.

Bhraith sí go raibh sí i scáth a gcomhghleacaithe.

She felt overshadowed by her colleagues.

Bhí an spéir liath, ag spalpadh báistí, níor chuidigh leis an staide sin.

The gray sky, pouring rain, did not help that situation.

Bhí a croí trom mar gheall ar an aimsir.

Her heart was heavy because of the weather.

Gan choinne, fuair Niamh smaoineamh.

Unexpectedly, Niamh got an idea.

"Cad faoi turas go dtí an tuath?

"What about a trip to the countryside?

B'fhéidir go bhfaighinn inspioráid nua ansin," a dúirt sí le Sean.

Maybe I would find new inspiration there," she said to Sean.

Smaointe dearfacha, dearadh a bhogadh amach as leadrán an bhaile mhóir.

Positive thoughts, moving design out of the boredom of the big city.

Le linn dóibh fanacht, thosaigh báisteach throm.

While they waited, heavy rain started.

B'ansin a bhuail an smaoineamh mór í.

That's when the big idea struck her.

D'fhan Niamh faoin scáthanna báistí agus thosaigh sí ag tarraingt ar phíosa páipéir.

Niamh stayed under the umbrella and began sketching on a piece of paper.

Bhí dearadh nua ag dul as a ceann.

A new design was coming from her head.

Bhí sé spreagtha ag an easpa soiléir sa spéir agus an chaoi a d'imigh gach rud i dtionlacan leis an mbáisteach.

It was inspired by the unclear sky and the way everything blended with the rain.

Ag an bpointe sin, stad an bháisteach tobann.

At that point, the rain stopped suddenly.

D'amharc Niamh suas agus d'éist sí leis an torann ciúin i ndiaidh na fliuch báistí.

Niamh looked up and listened to the quiet sound after the downpour.

Bhraith sí rud éigin istigh a hathrú.

She felt something inside change.

Bhí fís úr aici, agus mheabhródh sé sin di a d'fhéiniúlacht féin a aithint mar ailtire.

She had a fresh vision, and it reminded her to recognize her own identity as an architect.

Bhí sí réidh chun a smaoineamh a chur os comhair an domhain.

She was ready to present her idea to the world.

Le paisean athnuachanta, bhí a fhios aici anois nach raibh gá leis an aimsir ná an rath ar a bheith lán le cruthaitheacht.

With renewed passion, she now knew that neither the weather nor success were needed to be full of creativity.

Mhothaigh sí muinín nua ann féin.

She felt newfound confidence in herself.

Bhí sé sin go leor.

That was enough.

Bhog Niamh leis an gcuid eile dá saol, réidh le glacadh leis na dúshláin, beag beann ar na scamaill nó an ghrian.

Niamh moved on with the rest of her life, ready to take on challenges, regardless of the clouds or the sun.