Summer is winding down here, and the weather is changeable. Saturday, we had a Chinook wind blow in; it was 75 degrees at 11pm on the last day of the Fair–a night that brings the first stars of the season and, sometimes, first frost. Today, we loaded up the horses in sun, blue sky, and 80 degrees. By the time we got to our lesson, we had driven under dark clouds and rode, shivering, in pouring rain. The weather has us all off kilter.
Write about unexpected weather and someone or something reacting to it. Be sure to use the sense of touch (as in warm sun/chilling rain) and some quality of motion.
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Mattie's Pillow 