She does, but it starts to rain.

Suddenly the winds whipped the loose end of her makeshift silk toga against her calves and clouds rolled in from the North.

Then, it started to rain.

It rained very hard as Jorella marched back she at least hoped it would rain for a real long time, not just on her as she made her way back but soak these bitches.

It seemed to have rained out the peanut gallery, initially, as wares were brought in adn people huddled by the fire.

But after just a few minutes Jorella noticed two things.

One, Empress Silk sucked at keeping out a draft, and two, the people were back jeering.

After finally pulling the cart through the mire and huffing heavily by the inn she turned around and shouted "What is so fucking funny?!", but upon seeing the contents of the cart all other thoughts were swept from her mind. It was all a pile of brown muck! That beautiful silk! What happened, where was it?! It was all gone!

Then she heard the rejoinders, "You lost all your clothes, AGAIN!"

She looked down and then through her hands over herself in shock.

They were right! HER CLOTHES WERE GONE!

"Rain, rain, come and play,

It washed all her clothes away!"

"NOOOOOO!", Jorella shrieked.