A drive into the storm.

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Late into the morning, I drove to the market as it seemed like a good day to visit the market, the sun smiled at us, and the weather was warm. Doing your laundry at this time is actually a wise decision just like I did before heading to the market.

The market was rowdy and so noisy, everyone was about their business. I had made my request. The lady at the desk that supposed to service my order was busy with her phone and acted sluggishly and nonchalantly. I looked at her and couldn't believe that she still works here with her lackadaisical attitude towards customers. I took my invoice to one of the attendants to have my goods brought out and packaged.

I stood by the side of the door and waited patiently for my goods. The sky that was once bright became sombre, I looked at my phone to check the time, it was just 11a.m yet the sombre clouds which rolled with sinister intention that was accompanied by a threatening roar made it look like " war at 11p.m". I moved away from the door and back to the lady at the desk "what is taking them so long?" I asked. She ignored me. And it pissed me off… Just then the attendant walked towards me, "Ma, your goods are ready". I didn't utter a word. I rather acted like a chicken without its head and followed the truck pusher who conveyed my goods to the car. Everyone was in a rush to seek for safety. Market men and woman struggled to park their goods, some covered theirs using a trampoline. Bus drivers punching their horns.

Threatening roars of the thunderstorms made my heart skip, we increased our step as the clouds were rolling dull and dark, flashes of lightning here and there, the wind was raising dust and was singing the warning song of danger. I got in my car just before the rain started.

I had raced against the clock to meet up before it got serious but I was unlucky. The storm bursted and the rain came down heavily and aggressively. I battled with navigating the road; it just felt like I was in combat with the strong wind. The rain beat upon the car windshield with considerable force and clatter that threatens to break through the glass and deluge the car. I had to park the car. The wind was too powerful and it was raining ice. I could barely see a thing, better safe than sorry I told myself while turning off the engine. I was greatly disturbed and rattled. The wind threatened to push the car way from the road. I could feel the car shaking probably in fear. You could hear my heart muttering some words of prayers for safety. I wiped the glass that was already clouded with moisture. The rain kept pouring down in sheets obscuring my view. I put on the A.C but it was too cold so I put it off. The thunder growled, I feared at the sound it made, the displaying of the lighting was incessant. Oh mine! Please let the storm stop! I was beginning to cry within.

It rained for close to an hour, I fell asleep but got woken up by the growling of thunder, it's still raining! Oh gosh! I just remembered my clothes were outside. I had forgotten to peg them, they must be drenched in the mud…! How can I be this forgetful? I struck the steering with my palms. Put my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes.

There was a soft knock on my glass. I looked up and saw a man with an umbrella pointing towards the back of the car. Fear played a fast one on me. He kept pointing towards the back. I didn't know what it was but for some reason I didn't wind down the glass. The rain beat softly upon the shingles, thunder growl, it feels like it was almost over, the weather became bright and the plants were glistening green I stepped down from the car to check the what he was pointing at and to my greatest surprise a thick branch had pulled the cables, it was a near hit to the car I guessed he wanted me to be careful.

The rain had stopped. I got back into the car and drove off. I got home and discovered my clothes were not on the lines, could it be that the angry wind blew it away just to teach me a lesson? I thought to myself while trying to open my door, my neighbour called out to me that she had helped me pack up my clothes. phew! how nice of her.