Writing Challenge: Feb 15
Prompt: “Write about getting covered in mud”
The warm, southern rain poured in torrents from the sky. The ground was soft and spongy underneath my sandaled feet. I jumped in puddles, spraying even more water onto my already wet feet, and splattered my pale legs with mud. Mom didn’t let us play in the rain much- she was worried we would be struck by lightning, but some days when the sky opened and no threatening thunder could be heard she’d allow us to run, roll, and jump in the cool, freshly-churned mud.
Bringing Mae Flowers 