Laila was a vision in red on the street. She had just gotten out of the subway station and only had a few blocks to go through, so she decided to walk the rest of the way to the ball, even though her new shoes would surely make her regret her decision the next day. Laila was almost at her destination when she noticed that the clouds were growing darker and seemed heavier. She could even see some lighting on the horizon.
“That’s funny”, she thought. “The weatherman had reported a warm and clear evening.”
She hastened her pace, hoping not to get caught in the impending rain. She had not crossed half of the bloc that it started pouring all at once. Out of nowhere, the thunder drummed once, twice, three times in a row, follow by a series of lightning. Where had this weather come from? Laila had nowhere to hide and she was too far from the station to turn around, so she kept on running.