sugary sweet: a short story

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As the smell of heavy rain wafts, I look up, wondering how much time I have. The rain clouds wave at me from a distance and I wave back, giving them the finger. I try to find my house in the sea of perfectly kept lawns and beautiful porches but there's too much road in between me and a warm bath filled with brown sugar to keep me sweet. I can hear the storm laughing, a shrill thing that pierces my ears, making them ring. I run up the next set of porch stairs, knocking on the door frantically.