I Was Walking Home When It Started to Rain
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I Was Walking Home When It Started to Rain
I am Omar. Last Tuesday I was walking home from college when the sky changed fast. The morning was sunny, but clouds were arriving from the west.
I was carrying my bag and thinking about a test when cold drops hit my face. I was looking for my umbrella when the wind grew stronger. People were running to bus stops along the street.
While I was walking past the bakery, the shop owner was closing the awning. A cyclist was riding fast when his hat flew off. Two students were laughing under a tree when thunder sounded far away.
I was opening my umbrella when a gust turned it inside out. I was standing near a wall and fixing the metal ribs. Water was running along the pavement while cars were splashing through puddles.
