In April, the drizzle made it itch on the skin. The sky is still overcast and there is not a trace of sunshine.
Riding a bicycle on the way to school, the wheels rolled through the water, causing ripples. The water spread out in circles and gradually returned to calm.
Boys. A familiar figure walked past. Not a single syllable was uttered, and only a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When the weather clears, we may be done.
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