He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but what else was there to do? They were out of good firewood in the house and if they didn’t warm up soon, it would be an awful for his family. Putting on his coat, Jack pulled it tight and opened up the door. Immediately, he was greeted by torrents of rain splashing into his face a gust of wind that nearly threw him against the wall.
Pulling the door closed behind him with great effort, he walked up the stone steps to their garage. His socks and pants were becoming icy cold as the storm drenched them, but he kept at it. Once he got to the garage, the wind suddenly picked up and he was almost lifted off his feet. But he grabbed the garage door and pulled it open, hanging on for dear life as the gale threated to carry him away.