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Racing the Rain

Strolling down my neighborhood streets,
I feel something wet slide down my cheeks.
A tear? No.
I hear
Plop, patter, splash.
Oh, no!
Rain!
No umbrella!
I've got to get home!
I'm racing the rain,
And we're both determined to win.
All around me I hear
Drip, drop, drip.
I give all I've got
To stay on top of the game,
But the nasty old rain
Won't stop racing the track.
Finally I see the finish line.
One more block!
I run into the house and slam the front door.
I've won a gold medal today!



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Jan. 21, 2013 at 8:50 pm:
This is very fun. I love your description! I can just picture the race. Great job!
 
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