Reread brooklyn rain then mark at least one common noun, one proper noun and one possessive noun. Brooklyn rain says “The rain here is different than the way it rains in Greenville. No sweet smell of honeysuckle. No soft squish of pine. No slip and slide the grass. Just mama saying, stay inside today. It’s raining, and me at the window nothing to do but watch The sidewalk grow darker, watch drops slide down the glass pane, watch people below me move fast heads bent. Already there are stories in my head. Already color and sound and words. Already I’m drawing circles on the glass, humming myself someplace far away from here. Down south there was always someplace else to go you can step outside in the rain and Grandma will let you lift your head and stick your tongue out and be happy. Down south already feels like a long time ago but the stories in my head take me back there, set me down and Daddy‘s garden where the sun is always shining.