Storm

A Story by Honey

guess what i did today...

I feel the storm coming. The air is humid, and the wind is picking up. It starts to rain, and I stand outside. Soon I am soaked. My hair hangs limply, curling from the moisture. My clothes are now completely water logged, and start to drip onto the ground. The wind whips my hair across my face and makes me cold. I feel a warm hand grab my own, and I turn to look at my friend. "Ready to go to class?" "Yep." We head inside where we can be sheltered, safe from the approaching storm.