Jude and Malik raced the rain every day after school. Their bikes were old, tires worn thin, but to them, they were wild stallions. On this cloudy afternoon, the rain had won, leaving puddles like mirrors on the road.
They didn’t mind.
Laughing, they pushed their bikes across the muddy path, daring each other to splash through the biggest puddle. Malik went first socks soaked, but grinning. Jude followed, pretending the puddle was a river and they were adventurers on a mission.
Behind them, traffic rumbled by, indifferent to the magic of two boys and a wet road. But in that moment, nothing else existed just two friends, a quiet road, and the endless wonder of being young.
