I should have expected it really, with the way it felt too humid, and the weather reports, of course. But round here, aways way out of the nearest town and even further from the city, the weather reports predictions were more wrong than right.

When I heard thunderstorm, I thought of rain and nothing more. We didnt get too much of that, thankfully. I didnt think id be hearing thunder louder than any I’ve heard before though, or to see lighting striking concerningly near.

It was bad luck that I had turned down a ride back home from the market, opting to walk back instead.

Now I was finding my way through water running along the lanes, reaching past my ankles, with just jeans and a jacket on. Id thought about taking a shortcut through thr fields, but with all this rain it would be both muddy and slippery without any sort of cover. It was hard enough seeing through my dripping-with-rain lenses.

By this point, I wasnt even sure where I was. I knew I was on the lane leading home, but I wasnt sure how far along. With the elements at hand, there wasnt much I could do but keep walking through the bitter air and stinging rain until I saw the familiar glow of the outlights.