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 on."