When it Rains

The kids next door were all out at recess when it started to rain--rather hard. I am still studying at home and heard the rain start to patter on the roof as the screams and giggles from next door became louder. Looking out the window I saw them all running in the building in less than their normal well-behaved queue.

On Fridays they appear to be able to wear whatever clothes they want so the uniform look was a bit more muddled. They looked more like the kids I went to school with--except those clothes were from the 80s and awful, even then.

Nearly all of the kids had returned to the building as the two last girls who looked about 11 years old came running up from behind. Their heads were bent to avoid the worst of the rain spatters. The girl in front carried a ball. As they passed a metal rail, the trailing girl stopped on the far side and looked at the other. No words were spoken. The first girl laid the ball down and joined her friend on the other side of the bar holding on with their hands and curling around it at the waist. One look was exchanged then they flipped around the wet bar simultaneously. The first girl picked up the ball and they ran giggling into the building to get out of the rain.

I giggled, too.