The rain didn't come too suddenly. The sky was gray and cloudy, and I wondered if the gods in the sky were blowing on it. The evening sun slipped away early, giving the stage to its friends, and one part of the sky became orange, with cream and gray meeting in an unexpected harmony of three colors that seemed to have been painted by an artist through the brush in his hand.
The most obvious sign of the rain coming was still the broken leaves that were blown everywhere by the wind. The green veil around the school's not-yet-built elevator was also blown around.
A wind this strong might be coming from far, far away.
I was so worried, my good friend, the grass, hold up to the gale? The rain did not fall, the wind has scraped them in a mess, thin body, time and time again, trying to tense, not let themselves be blown down. Their tenacity, is a beautiful landscape.
Sha-la-la, sha-la-la.
The rain's cadence began, the wind did not subside, and the thunder began to show its power. Close your eyes, listen carefully, as if to see them sing with deep devotion.
The rain had drawn a soft curtain over the beautiful school, and the curtain was changing, becoming more poetic.
The eaves of the school were refreshed by the rain, but the floor was not so lucky, it was wet everywhere.
The rain had stopped, and the landscape was green, the grass had pulled itself together, and the trees had sprouted new buds.
Everything had a new lease of life.
Ah! What a picture of rain.
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