Wind and Rain

Readers note: I hope you love my short story.

As the winds dance by I wonder if it will rain, and if it does, I would love mothers warm welcome soup.
I catch rain water and watch the ducks going for a swim.
Come in, mother called.
I came in.
I made you soup.
Thank you mother.
I sit down and pray.
When I open my eyes, I see soup set for us.
I saved you some warm milk.
Once I drink my milk, mother pulls out soft bread.
After, it’s time for a bath.
Once I am dry, it’s time for bed.
Momma tucks me in my soft hay bed.

A. Ben – age 9
Mount Ayr