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Descriptive Essay On Rain

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Did I mention it had been raining? Not that this is unusual, but it was that sticky rain somewhere between mist and the heavy drops that cause radiating circles when they hit a puddle. I hate sticky rain. I could turn on the wipers and the windshield would be cleared, but in a matter of seconds, it is covered with splotches of water that would barely squeak off a windshield with a fresh coat of Rain-X. On this day the sky was gray spun sugar and the sticky rain washed away all colors from the surroundings with only yellowish spheres of lights forcing their brightness through. The dark roads, slick rocks, and stoic trees had a damp dullness surrounding them that made most people want to snuggle on the couch under a stadium blanket and watch a Hawks game. However, we chose to go out and explore in the rain and almost lost our way home. It was half-time and the Hawks were winning so my friend and I thought it would be a good time to take out the newly acquired Jeep Cherokee. It was 5 years old, so there was no new car smell, but it was new to us. A stately white vehicle with highly polished chrome accents and a grill that I could see my reflection in. There was no butt print in the driver’s dark ale leather seats or a shoe scuff on the matching dash yet. We had this enormous looking Jeep that was almost too big for the driveway, silently sitting there waiting for us to take it out. It was not enormous, of course, but I was used to seeing an older low riding cherry red

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