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AFTER THE RAIN

AFTER THE RAIN

AFTER THE RAIN

The leaves still wet and the sound of water dropped from the tress made a melodious rhymes through my ears. Some people enjoyed tea or coffee while having tasty hot fried bananas. I walked along the narrow street and greeted them cheerfully. The waved their hands to me and offered me to join them, but I just want to stroll and capture some beautiful view of a moment when people enjoyed the fresh air after the rain.

A young man, he was called Nick was in hurry. He pedalled his bike and almost stroke me. “Gee! I’m sorry, I don’t see you” Nick brake his bike and stopped. “Its surprising buddy, where will you go with that equipment?” I asked curiously. “Oh…to the river” he smiled. It was really weird, he brought a fishing line, a bag, and some fish bait in the small basket. I knew that after the rain, moreover it was a heavy rain, the river must be muddy and even a silly or greedy fish will not come to strike a fishing bait. I guessed that he was able to read my surprised expression and he said “Well, dear may be it’s my fortune, who knows?” He kept smiling. “Yeah, I hope so Nick, tell me if you have caught a big fish and invite to enjoy it with you” I almost laugh. “No worry” He then went away. “God luck Nick, you are good at fishing” I shouted. For a while he look back and I saw him waved his hand.

The river had a big flow after the rain. Nick put his bait into the fishing line, and he threw it to the middle of the river. He left it in the river bank, in a few second looked around to make sure no one saw him. When he thought that it was save, he opened his bag, and inside there was another bag, a plastic bag. For a while, he was in hesitating. He put the plastic bag in the ground of the river bank; he washed his face and opened the bag. Poor! there was a fat Persian cat. It was die. He tied the bag again, and carefully he let the bag flow to the river and the poor dead cat wash away by the flow. He stood and waited until he could not see the bag again. He walked to his fishing line and sat there. For long time after that he was in his own mind thinking about that cat and didn’t interest with his fishing line anymore.

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