Waimarino - Blade of grass

I bounced in delight as rain began to hit my green, sleek back. The water ran down my back and quickly soaked into the dirt below me. Ah... I love the rain. I looked up to the many children with a confused look. Each one of them were jumping up and down, whining about the rain and how cold it was. Their faces were pale with the occasional blue lips and red noses. Half of them began running towards the spa pool. Once in, they let out a sigh of relief. What's their problem? It isn't that cold...! Is it? I hummed as I closely watched each boy and girl, then looked back down at my kind. Each one of us loved it. We never felt any sort of cold... Oh. Right. Humans can actually feel the harsh weather. I grumbled as my eyes lazily glanced over to the children coming my way. I've always wanted to feel what they feel. But I'm just grass. A legit piece blade of grass. I would like to call myself a special piece of grass, but I'm really not. I dragged my attention away from my thoughts and focussed back onto the children, who were stilling sprinting straight in my direction.

Straight in my... Oh no. The stampede of children trampled all over my fragile body, twisting me back and forth into the ground. This was just something I was used to. That doesn't mean it made the experience any less... Annoying. Painful. Disrupting. I'm happy that these kids are fast. They quickly went over me, then went on their way to their destination. I'm sure that if they knew how we felt when they ran over us they wouldn't, but they don't. Suddenly, the children began leaping into the river, making loud "Splish splash!" noises. Seriously? These large creatures were just complaining about how cold it was, but then they jump into the freezing cold river?! The children quickly scrambled out of the river and onto the concrete. I sighed. Silly, silly humans.