it's dry in the horse barn

Darkened skies lowered on the fair as we laid down the $14.00 admission and hoped we hadn't wasted the money. 40 yards into the fairgrounds and a loud rolling groan shook the air, the wind picked up and rain poured down. People frantically gathered into their small groups and headed for either the parking lots or, if daring, for one of the large metal barns. I chose the pecked horse barn. The wind whipped through the place as though both doors were still wide open. People made new friends or ran into old ones and chattered away through the 15 minute downpour.
After the danger was passed, we enjoyed the thinned out fair. The rides weren't running but a lively animal auction was taking place in the auction barn where small children paraded their 3 and 4 hundred pound projects out to be bid on by local markets, restaurants and livestock enthusiasts.
The silent rides stood eerie and garish as we made our way past them to the other end of the fairground where the demolition derby cars were sliding through thick, sticky mud and throwing it on anyone wanting to get close enough to take a good photo. We sat the the stands enjoying the show until we both had our limit of mud.