Outside the Window

I found a list of 365 creative writing prompts. Now I probably won't do one of these everyday. But if I ever can't think of something to write about these will be a good fall back.

Here is the prompt:

Outside the window: What's the weather outside your window doing right now? If that's not inspiring, what's the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?

It wasn't just hot. Hot she could handle. A blistering dry heat would be a welcome relief. But when she stepped outside on her way to work she felt like she had just entered a sauna. Her skin was instantly sticky. The moisture in the air was thick. And the air itself was stiflingly hot. It had been raining in short intense bursts on and off all day. Like someone was turning a faucet on and off just because they felt like it.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon. Not that she could tell what time it was being outside. Judging by the sky it looked closer to five or six. There was an eerie red glow. It looked as if half a dozen wild fires were blazing from all sides. The air even smelled kind of smoky.  

This kind of weather made her feel powerless. You can't just put on a coat and feel comfortable like in the cold. And she shouldn't wear shorts and tank top to work. She was stuck. Stuck in slacks and a nice blouse that were already rubbing uncomfortably against her sweaty skin.

What wouldn't she give for a cold rain storm? One in which she could wear a scarf, hat, coat and gloves? Instead of this miserable summer thunderstorm. That was making the air so humid that her shower from ten minutes before felt pretty pointless.

I might play around with this some more later. But it's a little something.