Travelingjenny

A story by Grace (unedited) 9/29/11

Rain rain go away come again another day!
It had rained. It had poured.
My grandma brot the rain with her, all the way from New Jersey! 

For two whol days! I was sitting at the table at scool. I looked out the window…Rain, make that three days!

I woke up the next day RAIN, make that four.
Pitter patter.
Sigh…

Trees wilting, rivers floding. 
My Grandma left, I guse she forgot to take it with her.
Gloomy the next day, make that five. Brrrr…