The two friends sat on a stone in the corner of the park. “Finally, a clear sky,” said one. “Yes, I heard the rain. It was like a raging bull,” said the other.

“How do you know it was like a raging bull?”

“Well it huffed and puffed, it was in a hurry and it washed away everything that came its way. I almost tripped over the tree at the corner of my lane. It wasn’t sprawled on the ground yesterday. Mother kept telling me not to go out of the house, but I knew you’d be waiting.”

“You know a bull once rammed into my cart. Took me three days of wages to have it fixed. I hardly ate anything those three days.

“What are you reading to me today?”

“I know the story, but I don’t know the words. They haven’t printed it in Braille yet.”