Literature
AUFF7:-Sunshine on your Shores
Poring rain. Poring rain coming down, down, down on end and ceaselessly. The sky was grey, the lake was grey, the grass was grey
It was normally a washed out muddy green, but it was the same gloomy evening that showed up, with its anorak and fisher-mans hat, every night, plunging everything into shades of gray, that slowly merged into one wash of seamless, changeless, Grey. Well, not everything. There was colour, it had first appeared three days ago, two days after the start of this stupid wet holiday.
Theyd been arguing, I hate it when they argue, why cant they be like normal parents and just get split up? Okay so th