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.