Thunder rolled, loud and fast on the tail of the lightening which had preceded it just moments before. Rain could not be falling faster or harder if it tried. Streams of water which could not make it down the drains instead ran down the gutters lining the streets as the drains struggled to handle such an unexpected and uncommon onslaught.
Everyone had sought refuge indoors and so the streets were deserted, littered only by the odd broken umbrella and wheelie bins which were now being flung around by the storm. Cars had fought their way through the streets as they flooded, and most of these cars were now parked outside their owners’ homes. Most people had risked a quick dart from car to their house, but dotted along the street were one or two cars whose owners remained in the car seat, hoping that the storm would end as abruptly as it had begun so that they would not have to get wet. It did not look hopeful.
A lone individual was spotted walking along the road. She was soaked to the skin and was hunched over as she hustled along the footpath against the force of the storm. Her coat was pulled tight around her as she tried to retain a little heat. Turning, she walked along her garden path to the front door of her home. She riffled through her handbag, the contents getting thoroughly soaked as she did so, before retrieving her keys. Hands numb from the cold and wet, she struggled to fit the key into the lock. It was temperamental at the best of times, and the weather and immobility of her fingers did nothing to ease the situation as her frustration also mounted. After a solid 4 minutes of fighting, which almost reduced her to tears of exhaustion and impatience, the lock finally gave way and she was able to stumble in through the door.
“Have to get that lock sorted,” she mumbled to herself as she thrashed and fought her way out of her coat as the material clung to her.
“Just what I needed after the week I’ve just had,” she thought. It had been the most stressful week in a long time, and all topped off with a thundering great storm. She was not pleased.
Shivering, she made her way to the bathroom, peeling her way out of her clothes as she went, bundling them into the laundry hamper. Her shivering increasing, she took her fleecy bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door, enveloping herself.
“A bath,” she mused, “that’s what I need.”
Tying the cord for the robe around her, she bent and ran the taps for her bath. Checking the temperature, she also picked out a bath-bomb and chucked it in as a bit of an added treat. Swirling the bath water as it filled the bath, she could not help but shiver again.
“This calls for some tea too,” she thought. Leaving the water to run, she went to the kitchen. She made a large mug of tea with extra sugar and lifted a book on her return journey to the bathroom.
Easing into the water, the cold seeped out of her along with all the stresses and worries from the past week. She flicked the taps off with her feet and settled in for a good soak before she could even muster the energy to read any of her book.
“Perfect,” she smiled to herself.
After an especially long and exhausting drive or flight, a grueling week at work, or a mind-numbing exam period — what’s the one thing you do to feel human again?