The air was thick and humid.
Heat trapped beneath the thickening clouds above made everything feel close. Tense. The light, subdued a little by the cloud cover, had a yellowish tinge to it.
Every so often the silence was broken by a long rumble of thunder. And within the rumbles came the occasional bright flash of lightning. Just a flash, no bolts or streaks.
My legs felt heavy as I walked. It felt as though I was walking against something, as though something was pushing me back every step I made. But I had to keep going. I had to keep moving forward.
I had to get back before the rains came. The signs were all there, a storm was definitely rolling in.
One step in front of the other, clothes stuck to my body as I moved. I had to keep going.
…But the rains would have been welcome.