Singing in the Rain

Hhe sits in his room, watching the rain streak down the window He has a cup ofsteaming coffee in one hand,a magazine in the other. He loves the rain.

She sits in the hump on her bed, watching the rain pelt the ground outside.Her tennisracket and a can oftennisballsareat the foot ofthe bed. Her color isa biton the red side.She hates the rain;italways ruins her plans

They, who always seem to glow, stroll around the campus under thecanopy oftheirred umbrella.They've decided to make the best of the rainy afternoon

A young lady runs across the parking lot. She has her biology book over her head, a shield from the rain The weatherman said sunny and in the low-60's today, she tells herself as she splashes through a puddle.

A young man glances out the window ofthelibrary A book of gothic art lies open in front of him. He heard it was going tobe sunny He decided toread ahead inhisartappreciation classuntil the rain passed

A body flops over in bed under a heap of thick quilts. "A rainy day's the best time for a nap," a voice mumbles from the pile.

Lynchburg's several rains included theexpected,cool rainof the summer (usually welcome), the sudden downpours (not welcome) and cold bone-chilling rains of winter (definitely not welcome)

"Sometimes the rain was ok; but I never liked it,especially when it was cold,"said Christian Nicholos,New York native. "1 prefer snow to the wet,cold Lynchburg rains."

"Lynchburg has the wierdest rain,"saysJody Barker."I never know when and if it's going to rain, even if 1 listen to the weatherman Once Iget inside,though, Ienjoy the rain more." Rain.Lynchburg certainly got its share.Much ofit was sudden or untimely, earning the City of Seven Hills its nickname, "Drenchburg."