Lake Lewisia #477

She raced the storm the whole way home, the grasping fingers of cloud flanking the highway and bursts of rain lashing just behind her tail lights. When she reached her house and the storm still had not succeeded in overtaking her, she turned her triumphant face up to the amassing clouds and asked, “So, what do I get for winning?” A grumble of thunder answered, though she didn’t see why it had to be a sore loser when it had managed to drench her in their little competition just last week.

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