Rainy Friday

This morning when I walked outside of my house, I looked up into the sky which was dark and cloudy. I could feel the cold air on my skin. Goose bumps popping up one by one. The air tasted kind of moist. As I walked to the bus stop I saw little puddles scattered around the street. I heard the slosh of it as cars flew by. I could tell it was going to be a bad day to go outside.