Grab Your Umbrellas

It looked like rain. The sky was gray. It was almost noon, but the [sun:same] was hidden by a gray blanket. It was cool. There were no [birds:bats] flying anywhere. A couple of birds sat on the telephone wire. Bob was standing [outside:inside] talking to Bill. They both had their hands in their pockets. They knew that it was probably going to rain shortly. A sudden breeze blew some leaves off a tree onto the sidewalk. A young woman [wearing:walking] a dark blue coat and jeans walked by. She was walking a [small:smell] dog. It was pure white and pretty. It sniffed at a tree trunk. The woman waited patiently. Finally, the dog lifted its leg. Bob [said:same] that he liked the rain. It was a nice change from the usual hot Los Angeles weather. And the [plants:paint] could always use the extra water. Bill said the only thing he didn't like about rain was that all the motor oil on the streets would get washed into the ocean, and so would all the trash. "But that never stops the surfers," Bob said. "They don't seem to care what's in the water, as long as there are waves to surf on."