Downpour

As Kayla sprinted through the rain, she winced as countless volumes of rain pelted her from all directions. The sky above the small suburban neighborhood was an ashen gray, on account of the forecast torrential downpour for the afternoon. Kayla had thought she could leave at the normal time she would every day, and just sprint home the last few minutes to beat the storm in time. Her reliance on accurate weather reporting proved to be foolish now that she was drenched head to toe. Her situation only worsened when she slipped while jumping over a storm drain, and fell into a shallow pond of mud.

"Ugh..." Kayla stewed to herself, as she finally reached the front porch. She wiped herself down, and began to wring out her light gray tank-top. She knew it might get ruined, and decided she would have to get changed quickly. "Stupid weatherman. Can't get a single thing right to save his damned skin." Kayla quickly pushed through the front door, and took a deep breath of fresh, dry air in the foyer. The sound of rain drops slamming against the roof made her glad to finally make it out of the rain, after sprinting for 5 minutes straight down the main road.

"Kayla? Where were you?" Her mom questioned as she rounded the corner. She appeared to have just gotten out of the shower, and was clutching a towel wrapped around her body. Her eyes enlarged as she caught sight of Kayla's mud drenched form, and the small pile of mud on the carpeted floor. "What the hell?!" She yelled out furiously, pointing down to the stained carpet.

Kayla winced, as she remembered her mom's vehement insistence on keeping the carpet spotless. "Sorry mom. I went out for a jog, and got caught out in the rain... I'll go ahead and change..." She began.