The office is stuffy and stale. The end of a working week filled with people and laptops, and the heat from a warm week. You pick up your bag and start walking to the exit. Down the quiet, but still warm, stairwell. Through the door.
The sky is grey, constant with many clouds. Or maybe it’s just one cloud. The air is thick with moisture. The clouds full. You can smell it in the air.
You walk to your car. The birds are chirping to one another. Warning one another.
You enter the car, slinging your bag onto the passenger seat. The birds are now silent. Starting the car, a long low rumble of thunder begins. You pull out and the first raindrops start hitting your windshield.
As you drive away the rain intensifies. The thunder keeps rolling on. The sky lights up.
You drive onwards, into the rain. Into the lightning. Into the thunder.
You are free.