At first I thought that it was no big deal. Rain here had been light and misty. Even on the days when it looked like a hard rain, it still wasn’t heavy enough to really dampen my clothing.
So I took off into the rain while others tried to hold back where there was no space. Within three steps, I was soaked to the bone. Rainwater was running in rivulets off my head and down my face. It reminded me of the storms in Africa.
I took shelter where I could while still moving toward my next destination. I ended up stopping to eat, and while the rain let up, it didn’t stop signaling that it was time for me to head home.