The rain came
The rain began to belter down with rage. The sad flower whiltered with sadness as the puddles began to fill. The yepallow knew its small stem would be too weak to hold. The stronger plants juckled as the yepallow began to weep. Its yellow pedals began to fall, approaching from the denched dark day a little boy walked up wearing a rain jacket. He knelt down and looked in a sympurl way and the tergal flower. From behind his back he pulled out a small jared shovel. He dug with beltiny around its roots and scooped the yepallow up. He carried the sad flower to his house and to his room. There by the widow sill sat a pot full of rich dirt awaiting a plant. The small boy placed the flower into the pot. From its new home the flower gazed out the smithered window and was filled with joy as it new it would now be safe.
The rain began to belter down with rage. The sad flower whiltered with sadness as the puddles began to fill. The yepallow knew its small stem would be too weak to hold. The stronger plants juckled as the yepallow began to weep. Its yellow pedals began to fall, approaching from the denched dark day a little boy walked up wearing a rain jacket. He knelt down and looked in a sympurl way and the tergal flower. From behind his back he pulled out a small jared shovel. He dug with beltiny around its roots and scooped the yepallow up. He carried the sad flower to his house and to his room. There by the widow sill sat a pot full of rich dirt awaiting a plant. The small boy placed the flower into the pot. From its new home the flower gazed out the smithered window and was filled with joy as it new it would now be safe.
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