I was going home after playing football in the nearby field with my friends when suddenly, it started to rain heavily. The sky darkened dramatically as fat raindrops began pelting down, soaking me instantly. I sprinted to the nearest building, pressing my back against its cool wooden exterior while rainwater dripped from my hair and soaked clothes.

After several minutes of shivering in the downpour, I heard a soft kachak sound. The wooden door in front of me creaked open slowly, revealing a young woman with delicate features wearing wire-rimmed glasses. In her hand, she held a long white cane that tapped gently against the threshold.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed, her voice warm and melodic. "The rain is so loud today. It must really be coming down out there."

She hadn't noticed me yet, standing to the side of the doorway. I hesitated, not wanting to startle her, but the cold was seeping into my bones. "Ah, Ma'am?" I called softly.

She jumped slightly, turning her head toward my voice with a surprised expression. "Oh dear! You scared me. I didn't hear you approach."

"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly. "I just needed somewhere to get out of this rain."

There was a brief pause as she tilted her head slightly, as if listening intently to something only she could hear. "Oh no, your clothes are soaked through," she said finally, her tone filled with concern. She stepped back slightly, holding the door wider. "Please come inside. It's going to rain for a while longer, I can tell. You'll catch a cold standing out there. Come in and dry up."

I looked at the cloudy sky where lightning flickered faintly in the distance, then back at the kind-faced blind woman extending her hospitality. My mind raced with conflicting thoughts—gratitude for her offer and reluctance to impose on someone who might already face daily challenges.