When the sun finally decided to show its face, Wil and Ia were halfway home from the high school. The clouds were visibly floating in from the west.
Ia twirled her maroon umbrella and said to the sidewalk, "I wonder if the clouds decide when they want to rain down on us."
The sidewalk didn't reply, and neither did Wil.
Much to their surprise, the clouds sniffled and started crying again, even though they were looking less swollen and grumpy by the second. Ia closed the umbrella, and they were both fine with the light shower.
He held her hand.