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It was a typical Tuesday morning when I woke up to get ready
for school. I looked out the window and the sky was bright and sunny, giving
no hint of any impending rain. I quickly got ready and headed to the
bathroom, planning to make it to school before any bad weather hit.
However, when I emerged from the bathroom, the day had transformed. Dark
clouds had gathered in the sky and there was an eerie feeling in the air. My
mother suggested that I bring an umbrella, but I declined, thinking that I
could make it to school without getting wet.
I ate my breakfast quickly, consisting of two slices of buttered toast and a
glass of chocolate milk, and grabbed my school bag. As I walked towards
school, the sky grew darker, and suddenly, hard drops of rain began to pelt
down on me. I tried to run, but I was already drenched by the time I arrived
at school.
Once in class, we had to shut all the windows and turn on the lights, as it
had grown so dark outside. The rain was falling heavily, and the constant
wind caused the raindrops to pound against the windows, creating a rhythmic
sound.
I hoped that the rain would stop by the time school was over, but it
continued to pour relentlessly. Despite the bad weather, I decided to walk
home. By the time I arrived, I was completely soaked. My mother made me take
off my wet clothes and take a warm shower. We then sat down to a nice hot
dish of fish and prawns for lunch.
The rain had somewhat subsided to a slight drizzle by the time my father
returned home. We had dinner together, and then I spent the rest of the
evening doing homework.
The sudden rainy day had cooled down the temperature by a few degrees
Celsius, creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere for the night. I went to
bed early, feeling grateful for the relief from the hot and humid nights
that had been plaguing me recently.
In the end, the sudden change in weather taught me to always be prepared for
unexpected changes in the forecast, and to never underestimate the power of
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