Storm

She lifted her skirts and started running. The sky was turning gray and she could hear the light boom of thunder in the distance. She was running down the street, hoping to miss the rain. She knew she would never make it; home was at least a mile and a half away. She felt a drop of water land on her cheek. She ran faster. She heard thunder again, but closer this time. The sky seemed to turn a darker gray. She ran even faster. Suddenly, it started to rain, and hard. She was drenched and her soaked, heavy skirts weren't helping her run any faster. She heard thunder again and this time it seemed to be right above her head. She tried to run a bit faster, but it was difficult with her soaked skirts. Finally, she saw her house, only a few feet away, and ran as fast as a girl possibly could in wet skirts. She made it to her front door steps, and stopped. She stood there, in the pouring rain, and waited to hear the loud boom of thunder again. When she did, she smiled, ran up the steps, and into her house.