It didn�t rain that day. The clouds were dark and blocked the hot Las Vegas sun. The air was sticky and smelled of salty rain. The winds were calm and only blowing the occasional strand of hair.

But it didn�t rain that day.

That was the last time I would see that school, those people. It was the last day before my life had to change.

The sadness was felt. Their attitudes were somber. No one wanted it to end this way. The rain wouldn�t come, but the tears did.

It would�ve been easier if it had rained. It would�ve made the pain more sympathetic. The rain could�ve washed the tears away. The rain could have been the closure that we all needed.

But it wasn�t because it didn�t rain that day.