Voices+-+3+Perspectives

3 Perspectives, by Salil

She hated thunderstorms and could never understand why anyone would go out and play around in the stupid rain. Don't they ever listen to their parents? Don't they know how dangerous it is to go out in the rain? Don't they know that they might slip and fall down or a tornado might come and send them flying away or even lighting might strike them. Of course not, she thought. They never listen to their parents; they think that nothing can wrong and that nothing could possibly happen.

It's another thunderstorm and he couldn't wait to go out there and get soaked all over. He thought it would be like taking a cold shower except with no soap and no shampoo. He was deciding whether he would go play soccer out there, no wait, he would slide around too much. And, as always, he had to sneak past his mom because she wouldn't let him go out at all. He could never understand adults. What was so bad about going out in the rain and getting completely soaked? It's not like it's going to kill you or anything.

He looked out the window with a long sigh. Every Friday morning he would go down to read the daily newspaper but he would always be disturbed by the sound of rain pouring down on the windows. It wasn't bad things that disturbed him but it always made him think about the past and what life used to be like for him and how different life was for his children. He remembered when there were no televisions or computers, when every single kid in his neighborhood would go out and play in the rain, when sometimes they would just go outside and play in the rain all day.