Large heavy clouds appeared, and in the distance a loud boom of thunder was heard. The first fat raindrops arrived, leaving small brown stains as they hit the dusty street.
James gave me a tug before gripping my hand in his and starting to run back towards the house.
The drops fell more thickly, and we ran blinded by rain, our clothes soaked, and our boots sank into the squishy, brown mud, making ghastly noises.
Passing through the shortcut in the forest, the trees and shrubs crowded in on us, their claw-like branches sinking into our skin through the thin fabric of our wet T-shirt.
When we were finally home, we were both drenched, cuts and building blisters on our arms. Sighing, we walked in hand in hand, prepared for Mother's wrath.
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