The weather is moody. 

Swirling gusts billow outside, boring through the barren trees and whipping debris in a manic frenzy. Trees, cars, and the toes of your shoes are soaked in an instant as the torrential downpour reminds you of nature’s true strength. If the biting cold weren’t enough to encourage you to seek shelter, the whistling wind would do it. You rush to your house and cover your head with newspapers for a moment’s reprise from the elements. And after enduring the outside world, and coming in to, you slam the door shut and a calm washes over you.