Rain

When I think of rain I think of wet cloths, and huge puddles, oh and muddy roads. I always think of running out in the rain with my sister and my dogs and always having fun in big puddles. I also remember getting yelled at by my mother because we could destroy some of the cloths that my mother liked on us… oh well

 

 

 

 

 

 

RANDOM THOUGHTS

 

 

The End

 

 

 

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