I guess the first thing I think of when it rains is the past-or more specifically, my childhood. I remember the lush green fields sparking with moisture as Ed, Al and I ran through them, playing our latest game. When it rained on the hottest days, we were allowed to go outside and play, rolling around in swim suits on the grass or on the bank of the river. I had the most fun playing red-light, green-light; the rain would tickle my back and shoulders, and often I was the first person to be out. When the weather became too bad, we would go inside, dry off, and listen to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain as we had lunch. In the evenings, the rain would put me to sleep, the day's events still fresh in mind. On the days we had really bad thunderstorms, we stayed indoors and invented our own games. Ed and Al usually made the materials we needed for our fantasies with alchemy-they loved any opportunity to show it off in front of me. We would then spend hours pretending to be dragons and knights, detectives, cops and robbers, and cowboys.
How I truly miss those days.
Whenever it rains, I think about my childhood and all the things Ed, Al and I used to do together. It makes me think of all the hours we would spend emerged in our imaginations and curiosity. Those days are gone, and so are Ed and Al, but the rain still comes.
It makes me miss my two best friends.
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Kame: Ok folks, I have 2 more chapters left, and I can't determine who should be the next chapter: Ed or Al. Let me know people!