Raining Day

It was raining cats and dogs when the moment I came back from my hometown. I like raining day but not walking in the rain. My bag was wet and my shoes were wet with mud. It is not romantic at all. The sky was gray and I am blue. The thunder rolls and the lightning flashes. Fortunetely, I am not alone at home. Otherwise I will curl up and hide under my blanket again. I am scared of thunder. It is childish but I am.