"Jordan's not on the bus today." Those were the words I heard another student say while I was standing at the back of the bus, just before the third stop. That was my stop, and I was, in fact, on the bus that day. Being the assertive Kindergartner that I was... I sat back down. I sat the entire rest of the bus route without saying a word. When the school bus driver had finished his route, he was surprised to see a child all by his lonesome still on the bus. By the time he dropped me off where I belonged (at least half an hour later than usual), it was pouring rain and my mom had gone to the school, concerned about my absence. The door was locked, so I sat on the steps inside my garage for fifteen to thirty minutes as my mom made her way back home, listening to the rain fall outside.
Ever since then, I've loved the sound of rain. Not just the sound of the rain--I enjoy the feel of the air when it rains, the smell of the rain (though that's likely my imagination), and the way it looks as it drops to the ground. The sound of the rain completely mesmerizes me. I've often had to shake myself back to reality and away from the dreamland to which rain's melody takes me.
That's all. Go outside, sit under an awning, and listen to the rain the next time you get the chance. It's worth it.
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