#Fiction: And The Rain Fall in February-Part Two

WHEN I recovered then the rain also began to subside. I'm really annoyed with all this. Why does rain have to stop when I want to play with him? I'm very disappointed, but I can not do anything but blame myself, why I should be sick.

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The February rain is about memories that will never be repeated, never the same. The scent of February rain will never be the same as the scent of rain in other months. The wet petals in February will never be the same as the blossoms of flowers in other months. February is about a rainy summer. I really love this month, I'm very annoyed not being able to celebrate this month by playing rain.

Mother said, tomorrow the rain will come back down and tomorrow I will be allowed by the mother to play the rain as much. I can not wait for tomorrow to come. That night I looked at the bright sky and many stars, I'm not sure that tomorrow will rain. It could be just to please my heart so that I do not feel disappointed.

The February rain was a rare rain, a rain I would never meet. I will not miss it, I will celebrate with joy. Tonight I do not want to sleep, I want to wait for rain to fall so that in the morning I will play rain but when will the rain come down?

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Mother knocked on my bedroom door and I hurried back to my bed, I was afraid my mom would know that I had not slept, mother would be angry. I opened the door of the room and my mother smiled and told me to sleep. I lay down but my eyes could not be closed, I'm still thinking about what if tomorrow the rain will not go down. I'm so sad if I can not enjoy it.

The February rain was about the blossoming of flowers, the wetness of leaves and twigs, the happy seagulls and butterflies, the lively peasants and the abundant crops. I'm happy to be raining. I want to be wet and cool rain, but why did rain fall in February?

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