IT started raining on our ball game.
What was the game?
We were playing with bubbles of air.
Oh.
So we all ran under a tree and looked out.
How many were you?
Three.
Under the tree.
Yes. We stared out, wondering what to do.
Quit the game, or wait out the rain.
Yes. We were all sweat and rain.
How old were you here?
Thirteen.
The others?
About the same.
So what happened next?
The rain began to let up. And we decided to keep playing. We played in the light rain. We could barely feel it. The rain.