Rain!!!!

This was something I wrote in our Creative Writing class last week. The teacher gave us a few words and we were supposed to come up with a narrative.
Here it goes....

Rain!!!

It was a dark, gloomy night. The wind was blowing hard into my room. The windows started banging and the children had still not come back home. The rain had become worse and now that started to worry me.

“Did the storm pull them away? Did they slip and fall into the puddles? Was death coming their way?”  I thought to myself and all these questions started leaving me anxious.
I tried calling my husband who was also on his way back home but the rain was beating so hard that I could barely hear him on the phone. All I could hear were the sirens and honking of cars.

“Traffic in Mumbai has become mad”, my friend would keep telling me but that was not comforting enough at this point of time. I am a  person who worries for the littlest of things. I was still thinking inside my head where my children could be and just then everything became silent. The doorbell rang and it was the person I least expected at that moment.

My neighbour.

She was standing at my doorstep, puffing and panting trying to explain to me that they had all gone to the river to enjoy the sunset and thought I was not back home as yet so she gave them a cup of hot chocolate at her place and all the kids were snuggled under blankets watching Home Alone III.

That was indeed a relief!