She left the house and felt light rain on her face. She instinctively held out her hand as if that somehow was a scientific means of telling if it was actually raining or just her face playing tricks on her.
She thought she could hear laughter. Rain was no laughing matter. She retreated inside to grab an umbrella.
She could see the rain was getting heavier. It looked like a huge downpour.
She took a chance against bad luck and opened the umbrella inside the house before stepping outside. The rain bounced off the brolly as she locked the door.
She walked down the street. It was several minutes before she realised she was the only one with an umbrella and that it wasn't actually raining.
If she'd looked up outside the house she'd have seen two kids on the roof with a hosepipe.
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