|
Although it was a Saturday morning, I woke up at 6.30 a.m., a habit on week
days. Then, realising it was a Saturday, I shouted 'Hurray'! and pulled my
blanket up as it was chilly at that time and I could hear the heavy rain
outside. It was a lovely morning to stay in bed. Raindrops were pattering
furiously on my window panes, making a deafening sound. The room was dark
and chilly. Feeling lazy, I closed my eyes. I must have dozed off for a good
while.
Suddenly, I heard the strong wind blowing through the trees and the
rumble of thunder. I got up and looked
out of the window. There were dark clouds overhead and the sky was still
gloomy. The road was completely deserted. It looked wet and slippery with
puddles of water all over. There were no birds to greet the morning. I
decided to have a wash and get a cup of hot coffee as it was time for a good
breakfast though things all around looked dreary
and dull.
In no time, I ran downstairs and headed straight for the dining room. I
was happy to find breakfast all laid out by my mother. It was then 9.00
a.m.. We talked for a while over breakfast and then I ran back to my room,
switched on the light, pulled out a story book and climbed into bed, the
most comfortable place you can find on a chilly morning.
As the rain gradually subsided, I put down my book and looked out of the
window. I found my garden flooded with water and birds were having some fun
splashing about in the puddles. The first streaks
of sunlight were peeping through the clouds and the day became more cheery.
I felt more energetic now and went to my table to do my homework. By now,
the sun was up and the wet morning had faded away. |
