middle class guilt pt. 2

Summer thunderstorm, the kind that you'd have to bend you back under its weight, heaven and earth white washed into one.
Inside:
Dad: And they still have to load the tailings under this rain and wind.
Mom: Yet they would never fall sick, unbelievable, while we who stay inside all the time would end up coughing non-stop.
Me:...
took out the camera, and didn't dare to use the flash and ended up with this.