Crack

Shivers run up and down my spin. Not only is my nose going numb, but my back, thighs, and face are too. Moist plumb droplets of rain plaster my face and hair. The frizzes are already rising. It's beginning to get harder to see clearly from my glasses. Crack. The ball makes contact with the bat. We have a home-run! The deephers roar with joy.