The rain is falling and I am sitting inside writing about the rain. An open window lets a cool breeze into the class room as the teacher tells us what to do.
I love the feeling of rain falling on my head, dripping off the trees, running down my neck. When the rain is falling fast, I have to stay inside but I feel like going outside.
I sit here watching the raindrops having races down the window pane.It’s like they’re scared of something and they have to escape.