Silver horizontal ropes strike earth and raises smoke like gunpowder.
It sends shivers running down my spine and I get cold feet.
I stand under my little purple umbrella and watch people scurry to shelter.
Their shoes splashing away and the sound of tires as they glide smoothly along the shiny wet road.
And suddenly I'm reminded of home.
Mother's hot cocoa on rainy days and father's tales of adventure and love.
The memory causes my face to pull up into a toothy grin.
And in this spine chilling weather, I find myself feeling warm inside.