Gazebo 8
Walking through the park, just like any other day, I relish in the sights and smells of early summer. A slight breeze tickles the hem of my knee length skirt. I turn my face into the wind and smell rain. Opening my eyes and looking up into the sky, I see what no summer walker wants to see, dark rain clouds. Knowing this park well, I turn on the path and head towards gazebo #8, planning on waiting out the rain under cover. I don't make it. The sky opens and the rain pours out. Thankfully it is...
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