The cold, dreary rain come down in sheets as he slogged his way across town. The forgotten umbrella remained dry on the back seat of his car, as the rivulets of water ran down his face and underneath his collar. Avoiding puddles at this point was useless, as their vastness defeated him and his shoes were soaked through anyway. A harsh wind sliced right through his all too thin summer jacket. He continued his slow trudge across the slick city streets.
As he reached for the door, it opened and she handed him a warm towel and a hot toddy.