James, age fifteen, sighed as he listened to the rain pounding his window. At this rate, his baseball game tomorrow was sure to be cancelled. It was the biggest game of the season, too. Why was the timing for bad weather always so lousy?
However, from the comfort of his home, the rain sounded and looked refreshing and rejuvenating. James could imagine the crisp air and the field’s refreshed grass. As long as he wasn't IN the storm, the rain just might be a gift in disguise.
Big things were coming in the game. James could feel it. Play ball.
However, from the comfort of his home, the rain sounded and looked refreshing and rejuvenating. James could imagine the crisp air and the field’s refreshed grass. As long as he wasn't IN the storm, the rain just might be a gift in disguise.
Big things were coming in the game. James could feel it. Play ball.
