December 20, 2011
The wind carried me out on my run today as I chased the last of the blue sky north across the lake. When I turned around I was met by the ominous sight of wave after wave of black clouds expectant with rain spanning the mountains low over the village. I only hoped that I had time to run home before they delivered their downpour.
I made it, only hit by one enormous drop, that when it made contact, fairly covered a quarter of my face.