Band 7 sample answer
I'm going to talk about an evening in September last year, in Ho Chi Minh City, where I live. It was the middle of the rainy season, so everyone expects a shower in the afternoon, but this one was different.
I was riding my motorbike home from my office in District 1 to my flat in Binh Thanh, which normally takes about twenty minutes. The sky went dark very quickly, almost like night, and then the rain came down so hard that I couldn't see the car in front of me. Within ten minutes the water on the road was up to my ankles, and on some streets it was nearly reaching the engine.
What I did was probably what half the city did. I pulled over under the roof of a small pharmacy and waited with about fifteen other people, all of us in plastic raincoats that were completely useless. The owner was very kind and let us stand inside the door. After almost an hour the rain got lighter, but my street was still flooded, so I had to push my motorbike the last part of the way, because I was afraid the engine would stop.
I got home soaking wet at around nine o'clock, nearly three hours after I left work.
To be honest, at the time I felt annoyed and a bit worried, especially about the bike. But afterwards I remember it as quite a friendly evening. Strangers were sharing umbrellas, someone was handing out bread from his shop, and we were all laughing about how wet we were. Now I always check the rain radar on my phone before I leave the office.