megeriffic

 The rain stung Arthur's eyes as he walked down the street to his house. Clutching his coat around him, he made for his front steps. It was hard work because the wind was blowing a gale, and Arthur cursed his bad luck weather wise. By the time he reached the gate, his coat was soaked. He'd left work perfectly dry, but it started to rain on the way back and he'd forgotten his umbrella.   Arthur shivered as he reached into his bag, yawned, and retrieved his keys. He unlocked the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to be home in the warm.  Arthur was partly glad  to be home because of the rain, and partly because  he had had a st