There was a boy who loved the rain. He would love to watch the rain drops, while playing a silly game of naming them as fast as he could. He lived in New Orleans and was six and 1/2 years old. The only child of his parents. His home was very simple, yet so full of love. One morning his dad woke his family up with exciting news. They were moving to Aruba! The boy had no idea what that meant, only that he would be transported from the only home he ever knew. As they were on the plane he was overhearing his parents talk about the city and how it hardly rains there. That made the boy very sad. He quickly interrupted his parents and said, "NO! NO RAIN!" They knew he loved the rain and comforted him by letting him know he could do other fun things like play at the beach and swim. The boy was not very happy, but he did love the idea of the beach and sand. After a few weeks he learned to swim and decided he would become an olympic swimmer one day. His parents were pleased he grew to love it in Aruba. One evening the boy was sleeping and was suddenly woken up by loud rain and noise. Rain beating on his window, he thought the roof was going to be blown away. There was a hurricane approaching. He ran to his parents bedroom, they stayed together until it passed. When it was finally over the boy told his parents, "I never want it to rain again!" The end -Cindy Mox