Rainy Days
Elisabeth, Age 12, Zimbabwe
My friend Sarah and I stomped out onto the front porch where the fresh Virginian farm air awaited her. I stared out over the green pastures and thought, “This is so beautiful.”

“Elisabeth, you’re going to get very cold dressed like that,” Sarah giggled. She sprinted inside the mudroom and got me a North Face jacket. “Thanks a lot, Sarah,” I said smiling.

I slipped it on and we marched to the gate to the field where our fort was. I followed her around because she knew the fields better than I did, and I really didn’t want to end up as dog food for her 120 lb. “puppy.” We jogged down the hill and jumped over rocks until we reached the grove of trees where we had built our fort.

Our fort was overgrown with weeds and filled with dead leaves. A pile of sheep poop provided a rancid smell. The huge stone we used as a stool was still there, but it was a little worn down. Our stick walls had been destroyed and the sticks were scattered everywhere. My heart sank as I realized the amount of work to be done.

“I’ll go look for more sticks while you try to fix this place up,” I said with authority. We hammered some pieces of wood together to form a deformed coat hanger. We rebuilt half of a wall and started to sweep the dead leaves out when—BOOM, thunder echoed around the country side.

“Let’s go inside,” Sarah suggested. Another rumble of thunder answered that question. BOOM! Lightning crackled across the dark clouds. “Let’s stay here,” I said, fidgeting with my umbrella.

The sky opened up and tremendous amounts of water hurled towards the earth. A stream of water came barrelling down the hill to our fort ending in a little puddle at our feet.

I swear our lips were blue from the cold wind blowing through us. “My arms are getting tired,” Sarah whined. “How about we put our umbrellas up in the tree?” I asked. So we shoved our umbrellas into the thorny trees, only to have them come falling down on us. We rushed to get them off the ground and above our heads.

By the time we had them over us, we were soaked from head to toe. “That’s it!” Sarah yelled, “We are going inside!” I agreed completely. We both ran up the hill. But the wind was against us, so it was more like walking up the hill with extreme difficulty. “I wish we weren’t so cold,” I said shivering. When we reached they house, we dove inside to warm ourselves up with some hot chocolate. The rain hammered down on the poor little red farm house.

Hours passed then finally the sun started to peek out of the grey clouds, coloring the fields a bright green. We instantly ran to our fort to see if it was still standing. We were greeted with a sparkling clean fort! Well, as clean as a fort can be. Most of the leaves had washed away into my sister’s fort. We had so much less work to do even though we worked incredibly hard for the rest of the day.
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