Penelope
The wind swooshed the bottom of my tunic the second I stepped foot outside. The cold gripped me immediately, making me feel chills so deep I felt like my heart was growing cold. I sneezed, the sound drowned by the heavy rain. I had taken just a couple steps forward when it dawned on me that the umbrella I had taken out was not of much use. Instead it increased the platter of the rain atop my head. It sounded like a thousand tiny pebbles were being thrown atop my head. The strong wind was relentless also, fighting with me for control of the umbrella. It did not help that the handle had become slippery from my wet hands.
As I plied forward on the gravel, the bottom of my tunic became drenched in the ankle length flood that had formed because of the rain storm. My heart raced as l
