Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!Jenna stood by the window, her eyes tracing the path of raindrops sliding down the glass. The gray sky seemed endless, a vast expanse of clouds that refused to part. She pressed her forehead against the cool window pane, sighing as she watched another puddle form on the sidewalk below."I can't believe it's still not spring," she muttered to herself, casting a glance at the lonely hammock swaying gently on the porch, drenched and unused.Just a week ago, there had been snow—inch upon inch of it, blanketing the neighborhood in a silent, cold shroud. Jenna had wished desperately for the snow to stop, yearning for the arrival of spring so she could finally dust off her bike and feel the wind in her hair as she rode through the park. But the snow hadn't given way to sunshine and blossoms; instead, it had melted into endless days of rain.She turned away from the window and looked at her bike leaning against the wall, tires flat from the months of disuse. "I just want to ride again," she said wistfully, remembering the joy of cycling down the hill behind her house, the thrill of speed and freedom.The rain continued its relentless drumming, echoing her restlessness. Impulsively, Jenna grabbed her phone and scrolled through the weather app, hoping for some good news. "Partly cloudy tomorrow," she read aloud, a hint of hope in her voice, "but still cold."With determination slowly building in her, Jenna decided she couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled on her raincoat and boots, grabbing her umbrella from the stand by the door. "A little rain can't stop me," she declared to the empty room.Opening the door, Jenna was greeted by the cool splash of rain against her cheeks. She stepped outside, unfolding her umbrella against the drizzling sky, and made her way towards the hammock. As she approached, she noticed the puddles forming beneath it, the water weaving tiny rivers through the grass.Jenna hesitated, looking at the soaked fabric of the hammock. With a resigned smile, she turned away and walked down the driveway, her boots squelching on the wet pavement. It wasn't the exhilarating bike ride she had longed for, but being outside, feeling the fresh air, was enough to lift her spirits.As she strolled through the neighborhood, Jenna spotted her neighbor, Mr. Thompson, standing on his porch, leaning against the railing. He waved cheerfully, a wide grin on his face despite the dismal weather.“Jenna! Braving the rain today, are you?” he called out.She laughed, adjusting her umbrella. “I couldn’t take another minute inside. Needed some fresh air!”Mr. Thompson nodded knowingly. “We’re all itching to get out. You know, spring is just around the corner. Hang in there.”"I know," Jenna replied with a sigh. "I just wish it would hurry up already.""Well, if you need any help getting that bike ready for spring, just let me know," Mr. Thompson offered kindly."Thanks, I might just take you up on that," Jenna smiled, feeling a bit more optimistic.Eventually, Jenna returned home, cheeks flushed from the cold but heart a little lighter. Inside, she shook off the rain and settled onto the couch with her favorite book. If she couldn't bike or lounge in her hammock just yet, she could at least escape into the adventures of her literary heroes. As she read, the gray world outside slowly faded into the background.Jenna imagined herself under a clear blue sky, pedaling fast, the hammock waiting for her with its comforting embrace at the end of a long ride. "Soon," she whispered to herself, her resolve growing with each turn of the page. "Spring will come soon."And so she waited, dreaming of sunshine and soft breezes, while outside, the rain kept falling, a gentle promise of renewal to come.

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