‘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
