At night, a mighty heavy rain washed away all my troubles, lying in bed, listening to the rain beating on the window, I still don't understand why he did this to me today. Aren't we best friends? We eat, study and play together. Doesn't he care about our long-standing friendship? I can't sleep. I get up and watch TV. Suddenly I saw a TV series, and the hero's friend was ill and wouldn't let the hero break up with him. It suddenly occurred to me that he wouldn't be ... I flew to open the door and came to his house in the wind and rain. I shouted desperately, but no one answered. I sat under the eaves of his house, but this morning I heard that he was critically ill last night and went back to his hometown with his mother. I turned pale with fear. It's not true, it's not true.

The rain finally stopped. We were best friends before it rained. After the rain, I was the only one watching the only gift he gave me.