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The rain grew heavier.
Water fell from the shop's roof in straight lines, forming a thin curtain in front of the sidewalk.
The puddles on the street began to widen.
Yuna was still standing beside me.
She had lowered her backpack from her head.
Now she just stared at the rain.
Or more accurately—
stared at the children across the street.
One of them jumped into a puddle again.
Splash.
Water sprayed all the way up their pants.
They laughed.
Loudly.
None of them looked worried about getting wet.
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Yuna watched it all.
Silently.
I looked at her for a moment.
Her expression wasn't hard to read.
Young children usually aren't very good at hiding their curiosity.
She didn't move.
But her eyes followed every jump in the puddle.
Like someone watching something deeply fascinating.
About twenty seconds passed.
Then one of the children ran through the rain.
The others chased after him.
Their shoes slammed into the puddles.
Splash.
Splash.
