You had a bad day. Perhaps you didn't do well on an exam, someone wasn't very nice to you, or you are just sick of going to work. It doesn't matter what your troubles are. What matters is you can come home to your boyfriend who is always there to cheer you up...
You're on your way home. You have your bag slumped over your shoulder and you're on the brink of tears. You feel like giving up on everything; perhaps you will quit work, quit school, maybe just quit life altogether. You expect to go to an empty house by yourself, as usual. As you approach your home, the sky darkens and clouds thicken above your head. Droplets of rain fall upon your hair, which was a mess to begin with, but it figures it would rain on a day like this as you're venturing home. You can't resist and the tears begin to emerge, flooding your eyes so your vision begins to blur. You rub the tears from your eyes, sniffle, and begin sprinting toward your door.