The other morning it was raining when we woke up. Bird walked into my room and stood beside my bed (I was dozing in and out of sleep). "Mom," he whispered, "I hear fish." "You hear fish?" I asked. Looking at me with wide eyes, he replied, "Maybe they are in the walls."
After living here for over three years, I'm really tired of the rain. However, all through my life I've loved rain. Hearing it in the mornings is such a peaceful sound, and now I have this sweet memory to remember when I wake up to the rain.
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