Rain

    My winter boots started to drowned in shallow water, as walk along the farmers long greens grass. Suddenly. Big chuncks of gray cloud rolled in. Like little hard spikes, rain stormed down onto me, hitting the back of leg.

        Dashing  through the chilly cold weather, I crashed into one of the trees. “Ouch”, I yelled, “...these tress are in the way!”. , the great amount of rain, stopped. “Really...”,  I screamed out load, “...once I’m wet, and sore it stops!”.