It was raining, pouring in fact, it had been raining for several days straight. Unusual in the winter climate of the coast, generally the rain would not come in such force until the storm season in the summer. Without the rain pouring however, it was a motionless day, the wind had departed from the previous night’s outburst of gale winds.
It was rather appropriate that the weather was like this for the funeral of Matt’s mother, she had always enjoyed the pattering of the rain on a cold winters day, as miserable as it may have been for the sea of black and white suits huddled under the nondescript dark umbrellas, they were unperturbed by the weather. The minister dressed in his dark robes was attempting to out-speak the rain, his droning monotone voice however, was unable to do so. Matt was rather unhappy with the service, as much as his mother would have enjoyed how it had been presented the lack of emotion from the minister did her no justice.
-Roaring Fox Stories - Novella.