A storm was brewing. The wind was swaying me away. The rain was lashing against the upheld umbrella, so strong that I could not hear anything else. And I walked between to lakes that were brimming to overflow. The cry of the frogs was deafening. And the cold was chilling my spine. The darkness was overshadowing me. I was struggling to stay dry, at least my backpack. It contained my laptop.
I was on my way to stats terminal quiz 2.
Spooky it was man!