As I sit on my warm couch with my blanket sipping my hot choc, I hear the noise “Patter patter, drip drip, splash!”

“It’s raining cats’ dogs” I say. It feels icy cold just like snow.

I am falling to pieces looking out my window. Its soft grey but still dim. I hear a croak I go to see; thank goodness it’s my parents.

 They are as muddy as a dog; still I dash over to give them a hug

. I tell them about the rushing rain, and how the coldness wrapped around me.