[ WP ] She sighed - and then walked away

It had been an extraordinarily bad day for Sofia. She had awoken in a bed drenched in blood ( which is a different prompt altogether ). After scrubbing the alizarine footprints out of the carpet - frustrated and already late for work - she returned to the kitchen to retrieve her meager breakfast of dry toast only to find that it had ignited in the toaster oven. Smoke and black stench billowed over the cabinets and to the ceiling as she unplugged the whole unit and dumped it into the steel sink. She leaned on the counter for a moment to catch her composure. After breaking her key in the lock on the way out of the door she broke a heel on the front steps. The sudden descent plunged her head-first into the raspberry bushes. Her extrication was hampered by the unseasonably-wet spring and she slipped repeatedly into the serrated plants. 
 
 Heels in hand, she was able to make it to the protection of her car which refused to start. Looking at her watch, she felt confident she could make the bus stop in time if she ran in her stockings rather than the ruined pumps. For a moment the running made her feel like herself again. Some of the mud spatters were cleansed from her face by the sweat that began working its way inward from the edges of her hairline. The morning breeze felt invigorating and the storm clouds that had been approaching through the morning kept the temperature bearable. As she rounded her last corner, she could see in the distance that the number 23, her bus, was already pulling away from the stop. Her pace slowed to a jog, then eventually to a methodical dejected saunter. 
 
 The rain came next. Small droplets falling in front of her in a column. Gradually the droplets grew larger, landing with greater force. The sound of the water falling through space grew louder. Oddly, the rain was falling only in front of her: a waterfall-like torrent now, about fifteen feet in diameter, that soaked her shins and the arches of her feet before spreading outward in a great circular wake. The roar of the storm increased and the gray tower of falling material was no longer just fluid. To the horror of everyone on the street, the huge droplets of rain were mixed with the twitching and contorting bodies of frogs which landed with a sickening'thwack' at the edges of the column, or raced outward in the increasingly-deep pool that boiled outward from the center. The scale of the amphibians continued to increase such that toads and salamanders the size of her fist were crashing downward with a tornado-like intensity from the blackening skies. Blood and water flooded the flesh-clogged sewer grates and the air rang with a chorus of car alarms set off by the bouncing bodies along with the chirping of tens of thousands of injured creatures. 
 
 As suddenly as the leading edge of the storm had arrived, the trailing portion of the column came into view, dropping toward her with frightening speed. The last crest of water and writhing animals radiated outward like the concentric circles from a stone in a pond. The last immense toad bounced - violently and elastically - off of its peers toward a nearby coffee shop where many of the bystanders had sought shelter. Sofia stood in place, right where she was when the first mist of rain began. She looked upward, then back down. She wiped some of the wet bloody soil from her forehead. She sighed - and then walked away.
