Nothing compared to the feeling of being pressed close to Robert, sometimes even cuddled under his arm, with a book propped on my knees and a good story taking me far, far from where we were. The sound of rain was the perfect background to our calm days of literary adventures.
The other kids would come by now and then, when it wasn’t raining too badly. Somehow, I didn’t feel like they were interfering. Maybe because we spent so much time together. Or maybe because I was convinced by now I was special to Robert. Not as he was to me, but more in a best friend from the village kind of way.
Despite the fact those rainy days were special to me, they didn’t even come close to how I’d come to treasure the day the sun returned. The rain had stopped soon after breakfast, but the sky was still dar
