Islammed the window as hard as i could. the awful rain had ruined everything! there it was—just pouring, pouring, and pouring like the rest of us had absolutely nothing to do with our afternoon. the rain flooded the sidewalks, trickled over the gutters, and gushed down the driveways. i peered out my bedroom window, shaking my head as the road teemed with rainwater, gurgling from house to house to house and finally toward the sewers.
when we'd made our plans last week, saturday afternoon had seemed like the perfect time. in fact, it had seemed like the perfect time until about half an hour ago when the skies broke open, releasing torrents of water all over washingtonville. it was just maddening! we'd planned everything right down to the final detail—and then this had to go and happen!

if this story were to continue, what would the author most likely discuss in the next paragraph?
a.
what type of weather she likes the best
b.
what it is like to live in washingtonville
c.
what kinds of houses are on her street
d.
what plans have been ruined by the rain