Spitting Rain

‘Splash’ I looked out the window and saw the rain pelting against my window. I looked at another window and saw the splashing hail bouncing on the BBQ. ”Knock, Knock,” someone is at the door. Oh. It was just the rain, knocking on the door. The rain was pouring. I want to go outside and play on my trampoline. “Look Iyla, look’’ shouted my little brother. The rain was spitting and drizzling not pouring, it was dropping like a sun shower. Finally it was dripping. I felt overjoyed.

By Iyla