Lucy was in her car, driving down the back roads to get home from her friends. It had been sunny but she could see the sky was getting darker and darker and it looked like a huge summer rain shower could be coming. A few raindrops hit her windscreen as she drove around a corner to find a delivery van almost on her side of the road and she swore as she pulled as far to the left as possible, one wing mirror scraping the hedge, the other seemingly millimetres from the side of the van. She looked in her mirror to see the van disappear, oblivious to what happened. She looked back to the road and then winced as she hit a big pothole with a loud bang. She swore again and after a short way, she felt her car pulling to one side and heard a rumbling noise, signs of a puncture. Typical, she thought, not far from home and this happens, and as it starts to rain.

She pulled over into a field entrance as the rain started and made a plan. She looked at the time on her bright turquoise swatch watch that she wore inside her wrist. Probably 15 minutes to get home, but she couldn't do it with a flat. The drumming from the rain got harder and Lucy looked out of all the windows hoping to see a patch of sun meaning that the rain would pass quickly. No such luck, in all directions the sky was a dark grey. She groaned as she knew what she had to do. She looked at her watch again as if it held a magic solution. She would only get home if she changed her flat tyre but she was going to get very wet doing it. But after doing it, she would be home and could get changed. She looked down at her clothes, her cream trainers, navy blue 3/4 length trousers and light top would all get soaked.

She pushed open the door and splashed out into the rain. It was really raining now and she was quickly wet. She splashed through puddles, trying to step on dry parts of the road and saw that her front left tyre was indeed flat. She stepped quickly to the boot and pulled out the spare and the tools, momentarily sheltered by the boot lid before she was back in the rain. This time she made no effort to keep her feet dry and she splashed through puddles, soaking her feet instantly. She scrabbled around in the puddles to place the jack before she just knelt down as she worked, feeling water soak through her wet trousers and her top sticking to her back.

The rain increased to a roar and water seemed to be hitting her from every direction. The heavy raindrops hitting her head made Lucy think she was in the shower and she could feel water running down her back underneath her thin top. She was kneeling down in a puddle that was over her feet and reaching into water as she pulled the wheel off, dirty water flowing over her hands and briefly obscuring the bright colour of her swatch watch. The rain rebounded off the side of the car and soaked her face and front as she worked and when she bent down, fat rain drops bounced off the puddles to soak her from underneath.

She put the spare wheel on and stood up to stretch briefly. As she stood up, she could feel water run off her back and into the waistband of her trousers and she knew her knickers were soaked through. She looked down and she was up to her ankles in a puddle and her trousers were clinging to her. No time to stop now, another quick look at her watch as rain bounced off it's face, could she be done in another 5 minutes?

She looked down, where were the wheelnuts to secure the spare? A groan as she realised that the place she'd put them was now underwater. She dropped to her knees with a splash, feeling another wash of cold go over her legs and started scrabbling around with her hands trying to locate the nuts. She plunged her hands into all areas of the puddles, dunking her watch under the muddy water again and again. She found something and held it up, she had one! She was almost lying in the puddle now, not caring that she was soaked as she managed to find the others. She sat down not feeling the water as she screwed them on, dropped the car from the jack and tightened them for the final time. Maybe not as fast as an F1 pitstop but pretty good!

She stood up in the rain and held her hands out, trying to rinse some of the dirt from them. But as she did this, she could feel it was slowing down. She just stood there, dripping as the rain stopped as if someone had turned off the tap. The dark skies started to clear and she could hear water gurgling and running down the road. She looked down at her trousers that were stuck to her legs and her top that she could clearly see her bra through. She felt her hair, it was still up and she could feel it was plastered to her head. She splashed through to pick up the flat and put it in the boot, then it was final scrabble in the puddle to make sure she had everything. She had an old blanket in the boot and she squelched over to the drivers door to put it on the drivers seat as a cover.

She had to pull her trousers up to giver her some slack as she sat down, feeling her wet clothes stick to her back as she did. She brushed some dirt from her watch as she saw that she had only been stopped 15 minutes. She started the car and drove home, water dripping from her hair onto her wet clothes.

Lucy pulled up at home and her trainers squelched as she walked to the door and took them off, leaving them outside. She walked straight through to the kitchen, where she struggled to pull off her wet top and then sat down to peel off her socks and trainers. Her wet bra and knickers were next and she walked naked upstairs to the shower. Under the shower, she let her hair down, lathering it with a generous dollop of shampoo. She washed the rest of her body, glad that the water was warm. Once she finished, she took off her watch and washed this under the tap before drying it and putting it back on, glad again that it was waterproof and could up to some pretty rough treatment. Clean dry clothes on, she sat on her bed before realising she still had a pile of wet clothes to sort out and a boot full of wet spare wheel and tools. She reluctantly got up to sort this out before finally relaxing.