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4. Grab Your Umbrellas
It looked like rain. The sky was
. It was almost noon, but the sun
hidden by a gray blanket. It was
. There were no birds flying anywhere. A
of birds sat on the telephone wire.
was standing outside talking to Bill. They
had their hands in their pockets. They
that it was probably going to rain
. A sudden breeze blew some leaves off
tree onto the sidewalk.
A young woman
a dark blue coat and jeans walked
. She was walking a small dog. It
pure white, and pretty. It sniffed at
tree trunk. The woman waited patiently. Finally,
dog lifted its leg.
Bob said that
liked the rain. It was a nice
from the usual hot Los Angeles weather.
the plants could always use the extra
. Bill said the only thing he didn’t
about rain was that all the motor
on the streets would get washed into
ocean, and so would all the trash.
that never stops the surfers," Bob said. "
don’t seem to care what’s in the
, as long as there are waves to