It rained last nightWhen I woke up this morning I went outIfound that the earth was soft and wet under my feet.Small stepped on themthey made my shoes muddy and difficult to walk.Little drops of rain clung to the grass which grew on both sides of the path. The house was a grey brick one with big windows.
It loo-ked even more grey and dreary than it did in yesterday'sun-light.The light shone throug the front window. It seemed to lend to the house a warm and inviting atmosphere. The entire countryside was indeed wet and drearyand I was glad to go into the house from which shong the inviting light.