What do paragraphs 65-72 reveal about the kids’ point of view?

Everyone stopped.
The girl, standing in the open, held out her hand.
“Oh, look, look,” she said trembling.
They came slowly to look at her opened palm. In the center of it, cupped and huge, was a single raindrop.
She began to cry, looking at it.
They glanced quietly at the sky.
“Oh. Oh.”
A few cold drops fell on their noses and their cheeks and their mouths. The sun faded behind a stir of mist. A wind blew cool around them. They turned and started to walk back toward the underground house, their hands at their sides, their smiles vanishing away.