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He loved the way it smelled. Oh, he couldn’t even find 

words to describe the wonderful smell of rain! But most of 

all, he loved how it felt to move in grass moistened by rain, 

pavement puddled with rain, dirt muddied by rain.

Everything changed once touched by 

rain.

One morning, while Winchester studied his dirt samples, he 

heard the echo-y “plip” of rain on the far-above roof of his 

home. . In his excitement, he threw aside his dirt samples, 

not even caring that they spilled and mixed into the dirt of 

his own home.   He hurried up through his tunnels and at 

last, poked his head out into the wet, cool rain. 

In that moment, he was the rain.

A huge, crashing, thunderous boom interrupted 

Winchester’s rain reverie.   Winchester jumped in the air 

with shock and became very alert.   Not nervous or scared, 

though.   The rain emboldened him, made him a tough 

warrior worm.   He looked around him quickly to find the 

source of the boom.   In very little time, he discovered the 

source.

A child was walking down the street, umbrella in hand.  

Winchester had experienced feet before and knew them to 

be his deadliest enemy.   A single second under the right 

part of a shoe was enough to be the end of a worm like 

Winchester.   So using all his skill and cunning, Winchester 

slithered away back into the grass, where he would be safe.  

While the child walked along, happily splashing in puddles, 

the polka dot boots clumping up and down with glee, 

Winchester watched jealously.   Even these few minutes 

away from his precious rainy puddles was hard for him.  

He waited anxiously for the child to pass. Within another 

minute, Winchester watched the polka dot boots go around 

the corner, and back he sped to the sidewalk, gleefully 

tossing about in the puddles.

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