Bad Weather

Afternoon-
Rumble. There it goes again. the clouds were preparing for quit a show, and had been floating above the city for a while now.
"Take an umbrella with you, it looks like it might rain."
"Yes, mum"
"And don't take too long hanging around, I want you back by three, okay?
"Yes, mum"
I know she meant well, but it does get a bit annoying, after all, I am seventeen years old. I went to my room to get my stuff, which consisted of my prospectus, wrapped in a plastic bag, my wallet, a note book and a pen. All dumped in my backpack. "I'm going with Arun" I said as I left the house, "I don't want to take the bus." My mother smiled as she said "That's nice of him, I hope it's not too much trouble." "Don't worry mum! We'll be fine." Julius was lazing on the floor of the kitchen. "Yeah, see you too," he just cocked an ear. I turned to leave and then mum said, "look! You forgot your umbrella!" Oops. "Here, and I hope you haven't forgotten anything else." I took the umbrella saying, "thanks to you I haven't." And with a final smile, I was off.
I walked over to a small shop by the main road. Sitting at the counter was a middle aged man, with graying hair. He smiled and said, "Arun said you would be coming, have a seat." He said, motioning to a stool by the counter. "He should be ready soon." I sat down, hoping that I wouldn't have to wait too long. "How's the match going?" I said, trying to start a conversation with Arun's father. He grimaced "Cricket? I don't watch that stuff any more, not for a long time." I really did not know what else to say, how's business these days? Not likely. A few minutes of silence later, Arun finally came out of the back room. "Hey Raj, sorry I'm a bit late, had to finish some stuff that came up. " He was a lanky college student who, since he had a bike, sometimes helped me with my transportation. I guess he gets bored, why else would he ferry me around? "Maybe you could give me a warning next time?" He just smirked it of, don't ask my how. "C'mon, aren't you late?" I got up to leave. Thanks to you I am. Arun drove a semi sports bike, or at least that's what he says. It was a bright red... thing. I'm not the kind of guy who sticks posters of bikes on his bedroom wall, or goes through car or bike magazines. Not me. "So, ready for a ride in the rain?" Arun called to me. "What? Rain?" I looked up at the sky, boy, it does look like it might rain. "Yeah, can't you smell it?" Arun said as he started the bike. "I never get a rain prediction wrong." "then go join the weather channel, you'll make a killing." I muttered as I got on the bike.