It was a nice summer's morning. As I ran around on the hot concrete in the forest. A slight breeze caught my hair that started blowing in the air. It started to rain. I was getting wet, my hair still blowing in the air.
The rain was giving the flowers life. They started to bloom, what a pretty sight. I started to walk home. It was getting cold. What a nice day it has been. I am feeling happy like my mum giving me ice cream.
3 comments:
you must've been wet
JB rm22
that was awsome
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What a lovely story. Great describing words! R.D
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