The bus was moving forward, cold wind from the mountains filling the surroundings, making it slightly chilled and refreshing. The sky was filled with dark clouds, signalling the upcoming rain. Suddenly, a droplet fell on Amy's face. She turned her head towards the sky. One after another, more and more droplets of water fall from the sky before turning into heavy downpours.
She quickly pulled her head in and closed the window, not to let the water come in. But her eyes were still glued outside.
They have been in this bus for more than 8 hours, and it was still moving. Other kids were also silent, the sound of rain filling the bus. Creating pleasant music when droplets come in contact with leaves, rocks and ground. The sound was really calming. Perfect for these kids' mental cultivation.
Just as I was thinking. Amy actually did that, and she entered a deep meditational state while sitting on the moving bus.
'This girl is really talented in this field.'
