The night was young.The moon was high.
Rainclouds,overcast in the sky.
A tiny figure scurried along the streets.
Looking for shelter,shade or a tree.
Raindrops fell,all at once.
He tripped and fell,efforts wasted.
Drenched,he sat,looking at his lost treasure.
That small little piece of rain-soaked cheddar.
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It sounds more like soaked treasure, not lost! And be careful not to be looking for shade in the evening. Other than that, good. Even better with a picture!
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