Kerry glanced at the cloud-filled sky as she stepped off the bus. Heavy, black clouds filled to bursting with rain blotted out the sun.
“Typical British summer. 'Dry and sunny with a light breeze all week' they said,” she muttered to herself, tugging the collar of her work polo up against the rising wind.
“Just you hold off until I get home and get the washing in off the line.”
She quickened her pace towards home. The wind pushed at her back, as if urging her to hurry. She suppressed the sudden urge to break into a jog, or even a run, as she stepped onto the park.
She couldn't explain why she felt a strong need to be inside before the clouds broke.
The first drops fell, few and far apart. Grass withered and leaves shrivelled under Kerry's horrified gaze. The metal fence of the play area fizzed as the rain struck.
She ran. Her bag bounced to the ground behind her, straps severed by the deadly precipitation. The nearest house was only a few hundred metres away. She could still make it.
The heavens truly opened. The rain fell thick and fast.
She didn't make it.