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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 08/04/2016
Rainy Night
Born 2004, F, from Portland, Oregon, United States![Rainy Night](/storage/story/6377161017074751-image(408x285-crop).jpg)
Do you ever wonder what happens during a rainy night and what’s going on outside while you’re huddled by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate? If you ever take a closer look outside, what you will see just may surprise you!
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Late last night, I had just gotten into my bed when the wind started howling outside my window as though it was in great agony. I moved toward the window to take a better look. Like an artist, the thick clouds had painted the whole neighborhood gray. The rain splattered the pavement like acrylic on a canvas, making wet stains on the sidewalk. I leaned even closer to the window as the sight of the rainy night had begun to interest me.
Toward the neighborhood park, the trees succumbed to the wind, blowing every which way. Next to it, the field of grass flowed smoothly when gusts of wind combed it like a mother combing a child’s silky locks of hair. As the rain poured onto the play structure, little droplets of water remained on the metal bars and slides. At that moment, I decided to take a little walk just to see what the powerful rainy night was doing to my neighborhood. I put on a yellow rain jacket, grabbed a pink umbrella, stepped out the front door and walked into the mysterious world of rain.
It’s funny how different the neighborhood looked during a rainstorm. The houses seemed more frightening, the trees looked more menacing, even the flowers seemed to be dying as their petals parted and flew away into the night. I followed the sidewalk as I made my way around the neighborhood. As I stepped into an extra large puddle, I suddenly heard a quiet meowing sound. I turned around and there, standing about 10 feet away from me, was a stray cat. Its fur was sleek and shiny because of the rain and its paws were all dark and muddy. I wondered whose cat it was since it didn’t have a collar. Perhaps it’s just a cat without an owner, in need of a home. I stepped closer to it, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t scare it. But the puddles around me made it so hard to walk silently. Splash, splat, splash, splat. The cat’s keen ears soon caught me walking towards it. It began to move back. I stopped. I beckoned it towards me, hoping the cat would come to me. It did. As the cat finally came close enough for my reach, I scooped it up and cradled it in my arms. It purred under my body’s warmth. And so, I held it tightly to my chest as I began walking again.
I walked and I walked, the cat’s purring sounds made me feel not so alone anymore in this great big rainstorm. As I kept strolling through my neighborhood, I noticed how the houses seemed to have eyes. The way the rain clouds darkened the walls made it seem as though the houses had a face and an expression. One house seemed to be towering over me, because of it’s height and immense walls. Another house seemed to be in pain. Its windows tilted downwards and the rain dripping from the window pane seemed like tears falling from someone’s eyes. The sound of the rain smashing against the windows along with the high pitched shrieks of the wind created a gloomy, melancholy feeling. I started jogging towards my house. The sight had begun to frighten me. I could tell the cat could sense it too. It began meowing loudly as though it was aggravated by the rain and clouds. Just as I reached my street, I saw a strike of lightning. It glowed through the night, illuminating the sky like a lightbulb in a room. It was fast, only a fraction of a second. But even after it was over, I could feel its power thundering through me. I made my way onto my house’s front porch, and I finally stepped into the warmth and protection of my house.
Soon after the lightning, I heard thunder booming in the sky. Even its echo made my heart thump against my chest. I made my way up the staircase, placed the cat on my bedstand and laid a blanket over it. It purred soundly, as though it was already dreaming in far away land. I climbed into my own bed and laid down. What a night! Cloudy skies, splattering rain, whistling and shrieking winds; flowing grass, swaying trees, houses with eyes. And of course the stray cat I found. I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was the rain beating rhythmically against the pavement and the wind whistling a calm lullaby as I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
Rainy Night(Catherine Yating Zhu)
Do you ever wonder what happens during a rainy night and what’s going on outside while you’re huddled by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate? If you ever take a closer look outside, what you will see just may surprise you!
~ ~ ~
Late last night, I had just gotten into my bed when the wind started howling outside my window as though it was in great agony. I moved toward the window to take a better look. Like an artist, the thick clouds had painted the whole neighborhood gray. The rain splattered the pavement like acrylic on a canvas, making wet stains on the sidewalk. I leaned even closer to the window as the sight of the rainy night had begun to interest me.
Toward the neighborhood park, the trees succumbed to the wind, blowing every which way. Next to it, the field of grass flowed smoothly when gusts of wind combed it like a mother combing a child’s silky locks of hair. As the rain poured onto the play structure, little droplets of water remained on the metal bars and slides. At that moment, I decided to take a little walk just to see what the powerful rainy night was doing to my neighborhood. I put on a yellow rain jacket, grabbed a pink umbrella, stepped out the front door and walked into the mysterious world of rain.
It’s funny how different the neighborhood looked during a rainstorm. The houses seemed more frightening, the trees looked more menacing, even the flowers seemed to be dying as their petals parted and flew away into the night. I followed the sidewalk as I made my way around the neighborhood. As I stepped into an extra large puddle, I suddenly heard a quiet meowing sound. I turned around and there, standing about 10 feet away from me, was a stray cat. Its fur was sleek and shiny because of the rain and its paws were all dark and muddy. I wondered whose cat it was since it didn’t have a collar. Perhaps it’s just a cat without an owner, in need of a home. I stepped closer to it, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t scare it. But the puddles around me made it so hard to walk silently. Splash, splat, splash, splat. The cat’s keen ears soon caught me walking towards it. It began to move back. I stopped. I beckoned it towards me, hoping the cat would come to me. It did. As the cat finally came close enough for my reach, I scooped it up and cradled it in my arms. It purred under my body’s warmth. And so, I held it tightly to my chest as I began walking again.
I walked and I walked, the cat’s purring sounds made me feel not so alone anymore in this great big rainstorm. As I kept strolling through my neighborhood, I noticed how the houses seemed to have eyes. The way the rain clouds darkened the walls made it seem as though the houses had a face and an expression. One house seemed to be towering over me, because of it’s height and immense walls. Another house seemed to be in pain. Its windows tilted downwards and the rain dripping from the window pane seemed like tears falling from someone’s eyes. The sound of the rain smashing against the windows along with the high pitched shrieks of the wind created a gloomy, melancholy feeling. I started jogging towards my house. The sight had begun to frighten me. I could tell the cat could sense it too. It began meowing loudly as though it was aggravated by the rain and clouds. Just as I reached my street, I saw a strike of lightning. It glowed through the night, illuminating the sky like a lightbulb in a room. It was fast, only a fraction of a second. But even after it was over, I could feel its power thundering through me. I made my way onto my house’s front porch, and I finally stepped into the warmth and protection of my house.
Soon after the lightning, I heard thunder booming in the sky. Even its echo made my heart thump against my chest. I made my way up the staircase, placed the cat on my bedstand and laid a blanket over it. It purred soundly, as though it was already dreaming in far away land. I climbed into my own bed and laid down. What a night! Cloudy skies, splattering rain, whistling and shrieking winds; flowing grass, swaying trees, houses with eyes. And of course the stray cat I found. I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was the rain beating rhythmically against the pavement and the wind whistling a calm lullaby as I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
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