Rain Rain Go Away

This is a vignette I wrote in class. I took it from a memoir start we did a few days earlier in class. This is something that happened to me when I was about 6 and my brother was about 3 or 4.

The rain poured down for days and days and felt like it would last forever. The clouds were a dark grey that usually means it isn’t going to stop raining for a while. But my grandparents insisted on going to the museum.

    Dressed in our rain coats and rain boots, my little and brother and I rain our little legs to the car. It smelled like the smell that you can only describe as grandma’s house. Sitting behind grandpa in the car I could smell the faint smell of his cigars that make my nose wrinkle and my head pound for the longest time until I can breathe fresh air, and that’s when the pounding in my head will stop. The silence in the car is loud until my brother turns to me and says, “Let’s count the green cars!”

    The streets were so flooded; I remember our car looking like a boat in water at certain times when the water got really high. I thought that maybe it would rain so hard that maybe our car would turn into a submarine, and how cool would that be? I would be able to go back to school and tell everyone that my car turned into a submarine because it was raining so hard.

    When I saw the car coming I didn’t know what would happen, but the next thing I knew it was sparing water up at our car. There was so much water it looked like an ocean wave crashing over me to my little six year old self.

    I’m not sure when the rain stopped, maybe three or four or maybe five days later, maybe a week later, but that car spraying water up, you couldn’t even classify it as spray because there was so much water all around.