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Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
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Chapter 2: What is the story of 'April Showers' about?
There were crocus and daffodils breaking through the soil in the giant stone planter in the square in downtown. Some shops had their doors propped open to take advantage of the fresh air. And though the gray skies had me certain that rain was coming, it hadn't come yet. It had been a long winter, and the feeling of spring air in my lungs.
The scents and sights of the new season had me feeling cheery and grateful just to be on the street today. I turned down an alley and stopped to window shop. there were bouquets of roses and calla lilies already wrapped in pretty paper and tied with bows in the window of the flower shop. Along the bottom of the sill were a dozen small cacti in tiny pots
and I leaned in close to peer at one that had a minuscule pink flower on it. I wondered how often a cactus might flower and thought it most likely not an everyday happening.
Chapter 3: How does the sound of an umbrella enhance the atmosphere?
Yet here I was to witness it. I smiled at my luck. In the shop across the alley, a bicycle was being wheeled out the front door by a little kid and his dad. The kid was wearing a helmet so new there was still a tag dangling from it. He jumped with excitement to climb onto his new bike. His dad put on his own helmet and climbed onto an older, well-used bike parked in the rack.
I heard dad say they could go through the park on their way home. and ride through the neighborhood of old houses behind the library and probably still make it home before the rain came. I watched them ride off and thought I should get my old roller skates out of the basement when I got home. It had been a few years, but I bet I could still T-Stop and V-Start and Flamingo with the best of them.
At the corner was a shop that sold bird baths and wind chimes and bird feeders. Giant sacks of birdseed were stacked beside the door, and I strolled over, liking the way the point of my umbrella clacked against the bluestone walkway. This little shop was set back away from the street a little,
It had been a mechanic's shop when I was a child, and it still had its garage doors, which were slid open today, where cars waiting to be worked on had been parked years ago The pavement was replaced with soft ground cover and pavers. Two small trees were growing up on either side of the yard, and their branches were full of birdhouses and wind chimes.
Inside the old shop, a very faint scent of car oil and tools lingered. And I remembered standing in the same spot years and years ago, holding my mom's hand. while she dropped off the keys to our car for an oil change. I hadn't minded tagging along for the errand, even as a little kid, knowing that the half hour while we waited would almost certainly involve a trip to the ice cream shop.
in the next block. As I stood reminiscing, looking at the bird baths and garden statues, I heard the wind chimes outside begin to ring. There must have been a dozen of them playing in the wind. and I gripped tighter the handle of my umbrella, knowing what it must mean. The April showers were coming any minute now. I stepped back out onto the street and turned toward the cafe
thinking that if it were going to rain, I'd love the armchair by their big front window and a cup of something hot to enjoy while it did. I'd made it back up to the main street when the first drops began to fall. After months of snowflakes, the sound of the rain actually made me laugh. I'd forgotten it.
I let it fall on my face, an outstretched hand for a moment, then opened my beautiful umbrella. and swung it up over my head. The outside of this umbrella was classic, black fabric. Nothing that would make you guess what was hidden inside. I looked up into it, standing there on the corner, and smiled. A starry night looked back at me from inside the little bubble of space.
A moon rising, a galaxy of stars lighting up the purple and deep blue fabric sky. The sound of the rain falling on it was cozy, and like listening to it fall on the roof when you're tucked up snug in bed. I steered through the street, wondering if the hopeful bikers had indeed made it home by now. If not, I hope they rode through a few good-sized puddles.
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