OMR (Oh My RAIN!)

Well, it all started when I got off the bus and saw my mom walking toward me.  I asked her if somthing was wrong, but she said no.  The sky looked really ugly, and those "National Weather Service" radio beeps were playing all the way home.  I told my mom what the bus driver has said which was, "SHUT UP, YA'LL, I NEED TO HEAR THIS." Along with, "If that had said our county, then I would have had to turn back around and bring ya'll back to school."  She got a little nervous, because my brother was still at school, about to get on his bus, and she was confused about how she would get him home.  In the background of all this, our Rhodesian Ridgeback-Black Lab, 60 pound mix named Brody was jumping on every couch he could find (he is deathly afraid of thunderstorms).  My friend's mom works on base, and the sirens had went off there, so she couldn't pick up my friend or her little brother.  By this time, my mom and I had already decided to go to the school to pick up my brother and my friend's little brother if possible.  Then, we packed Maggie (our calm, pointer-cocker-beagle mix) and Brody (YIKES!!) into the car.  As we were halfway there, my friend's mom called and said that she had called the elementary school, and they said that all buses were going to leave and take the kids home, so a,ll was good.  But, we volunteered to pick up my friend from my school because her mom was on lockdown at the base.  At my school, there are three places where a parent can pick up their child: the cafeteria side, the front office, and the gym lobby side.  The cafeteria side was closest to where my friend was, so we drove up to that side.  I hopped out of the car, and I was automatically given a shower by mother nature, I was like, DRENCHED!  But once I got underneath the awning, it was better.  I went to open the door.  .  .  .  .but ALL the doors were locked!!!  So, I banged on the doors (while getting hit by another sheet of rain..) and looked in the windows, but no one came.  I jumped back in the car, soaking wet, and told my mom to drive up to the front office.  When we got there, I got out and, since I was already wet, wasn't fazed too much by the pouring rain.  So, ultimately I was standing in the office, soaking wet, and one of the kids from my grade was in there too!  (Wow, such a great time to have your hair looking like a great big fuzzball.  .  .)  I asked our assistant principal if he could call down my friend, so he did, and we hopped back into the car.  Once we go home, I changed into dry clothes and had some popcorn.  Oh my RAIN!!!!