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THE YOUNG LADY IN THE DOWN POUR

The night they poured cold water down on the unassuming community square. Individuals were going home because of a flood advance notice. The shops were shutting, cafés completed the process of serving, and bars sent individuals home. I locked the front way to my book guardians book shop and that is the point at which I saw her, the young lady in the downpour. She had on a straightforward dim blue sweater over some pants. Her feet were exposed on the cobblestones making the square and she gazed upward with her eyes shut grinning into the downpour. I don't move from my position of going to lock the entryway I stay there watching this young lady. Her long earthy colored hair twisted and adhered to her back, neck and cheeks. At long last, I locked the entryway took out the key, and strolled over to the weird young lady. Holding an umbrella over myself I ask her, "What are you doing?" Without waking up or bringing down her head she says, "Tuning in." "Do you need an umbrella, you get a bug simply standing apart here." I attempt to give her the umbrella yet she shakes her head. "I'm okay," her delicate voice is quiet and cheerful. You should have a go at, paying attention to the downpour. It is a piece of wonderful music..." She says softly. "What's your name?" At this she at long last brings down her head and wakes up, her eyes are an extreme emerald green. She opens her mouth to offer something yet my father calls from the condo window over the store, "Thomas, get in here! Would you like to pass on from a cool?!" He returns inside and I go to take a gander at the young lady, however, she is strolling across the road. "Hello! Stand by!" I shout toward her yet she goes on down the road and is concealed. I start back to the store yet stop, I put down the umbrella and remove my shoes. I stand where the young lady had quite recently been and lift my head to the sky. I shut my eyes and tune in. I don't hear downpours, I hear; individuals talking and having a great time at the square. Kids giggling, men telling conflict stories, and ladies discussing new things around the town. All the delight that has occurred at this square, I hear everything. Then all goes quiet and a solitary voice rings out, it is the young lady "Farewell kid in the rain..." I peer down from the sky and see my father remaining there taking a gander at me oddly, "What are you doing kid Tuning in," I say happily.