Tuesday, 4th period.
The teacher mumbled on about events long past and distant. All the good students scribbled in their notes, occasionally casting a crooked glance upward to scan the board. Somewhere in the back a few girls were whispering some incoherent gossip that was left ignored. Rain drizzled down the window, one drop joining another until it shot down the glass, on its way to join some river or ocean somewhere. A cough broke the mundane droning of class, and I thought absent-mindedly about the cold that was going around.
Glancing across the room I scanned my peers' faces. Some were intent on the lecture while others showed the tell-tale signs of burning midnight oil on the history project. My eyes and thoughts quickly returned to the dripping window. The rain was still falling, still moistening our patch of earth on this continent. "We needed this rain." I thought to myself while studying a particular drop that still clung to the glass.
It seemed so serene at the first glan