Daria G.

RAIN

I stand by the window and watch the rain fall down. I hear the rain droplets fall hard on the roof. Out of the corner of my eye I can see rain on the bark of the trees and on the leafs. Outside seems somewhat gloomy and sad. Its as if the rain is telling a story with no words but just noise. The loud rain means scared or frightened. The light soft rain means happy or  peaceful. But suddenly I see the sun come out. I run outside barefoot and step in the grass when I felt the water on the grass from the rain it felt like i was at the beach and my feet were in the ocean.