Forty five minutes later I was indeed laden with bags, and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I exited the supermarket I felt a fine drizzle. I wasn’t worried, I didn’t have far to go, I was confident that I would make it home by the time it really started to come down.
I was wrong. By the time I crossed the parking lot of the store it started raining harder and harder, until the rain splashed little crowns on the ground.
As much as the weight of the shopping bags would allow me, I broke into a run for the nearest building and took shelter under the canopy. Not that the canopy was of much use, the wind blew the rain in all directions.
Within seconds the rain turned into a cloudburst, accompanied by gale force wind. It rained so hard that the street turned into a river and cars resembled boats plowing their way through the water. When a bus went by, it splashed up 6 feet of water.
Getting wetter and wetter by the second, waiting it out was no longer an option, I might as well brave it. So I did. I grabbed hold of my shopping bag and headed home.
Despite carrying a good 20 pounds of shopping, the wind pushed me off course, while the rain relentlessly pelted on my head and shoulders. If that wasn’t enough, I felt my feet squishing water in my sneakers.
“Why didn’t you check the weather forecast before leaving home,” a neighbor asked me, which I did as soon as I had changed into dry clothes. The prediction said “Sunny, with light thundershowers in the afternoon”.