Black clouds gathered above us, but we were too intent on playing football.
We hoped that the clouds would go away so that we could continue playing.
Our hopes were dashed when suddenly
heavy rain began to pour. In a few seconds we were all soaked to the skin.
To make matters worst, lightning flashed dangerously close to us. The
deafening thunder and howling wind did not help either.
We ran towards a large tree under which we had parked our bicycles. The
tree provided some shelter from the rain and we were tempted to remain under
it. However we knew that it was dangerous to stay under a tree during a
thunderstorm. So we got on our bicycles and pedalled off.
There was no other shelter available nearby. So I, for one, decided to go
home. Since I was already completely wet, I might was well to go home
instead to seeking shelter.
It was just about the fiercest storm I had ever been in. The driving rain
made cycling difficult as I could not see more that a couple of metres in
front of me. A car flashed past me. It was too close for comfort. Perhaps
the driver did not even see me. So I thought it was better to stop somewhere
before I got hit by another car.
Luckily I found a bus-stop with a roof. I hurried gladly under the roof
even though I had to share it with a dozen other people who were also soaked
to the skin. It was a bit of a squeeze but no one complained.
For an hour the storm lashed everything around us. We were silent
spectators to an awesome display of power by nature. I felt very small and
vulnerable, even afraid; but I could do
nothing but watch.
Finally the rain slowed down to a drizzle
and the wind died down. I could still hear distant thunder but the worst of
the storm was over. So happily I got on my bicycle and pedalled home.