Amy sat in the middle of the large meadow, surrounded by lavenders and daisys swaying in the wind. She sighed and looked up with lonely eyes towards the white clouds above. 'What a lovely day' she thought in a solemn tone. Amy hadn't seen her mother in months and was starting to really feel alone in life. Suddenly the white clouds turned black and the meadow was showered in a heavy storm. Amy ran around looking for her cottege when suddenly she bumped into someone. "Ouch! Hey, watch where you're going!" Yelled an Italian voice. Amy looked up and saw Romano, her best friend, standing there. "Romano! Why are you here?" She asked loudly to be heard over the storm. "I like rain." He replied.
