Sky

I tried to count all the clouds. They were moving slowly, but the farther I looked, the more there were to count. My sister was trying to catch ants on a stick and put them in a jar. Mama was making hamburgers on the grill and Dad was reading the Sunday newspaper even though it was already Wednesday evening.

The clouds started moving more quickly through the sky and I started counting faster.

Rain started to fall and put out the grill, flooded Sara's anthill and half dissolved Dad's newspaper. Everyone ran inside and planned on having cereal for dinner.

I stayed outside and tried to count the clouds that had ruined our picnic.