Mom
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| When I was younger all of us cousins would
play baseball in our Grandpa and Grandma's yard. One day, the sky turned
dark and the winds got brisk. Grandma came out from the kitchen and told
us to get into the cave. Our cave was a dark, dirt, hole with double
wooden doors and wooden steps. It was not a scary place but it was very
dark. You would sit inside the cave, trembling in fear of what was going
on outside. We could hear the loud rain drops and the gusts of wind
blowing up against the old wooden doors. We would all sit and wait
quietly for Grandpa to open the doors. We looked out and it was nothing
but sunlight and birds chirping. It was hard to believe that the noises
we had heard had happened just a moment ago. We finished our baseball
game and admired the beautiful rainbow in the sky above us. This was
truly an example of the ever-so-changing weather on the plains.
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