First Rain 2018: Into the storm

It's the day when I'm going home, almost after three months. I have a carpool to catch. I get my work done, bit early than usual, so that I won't have to hurry last minute. It's simple 20 min drive on a regular day, but it's not the normal day, it's the first rain of 2018.

I look out of the window, just before leaving, and I can tell. If I don't leave in time, I'm gonna get caught up in the rain, so I pack my bags and get on the bike. And the voyage begins.

In school days, when we try some mischief and get caught, we see the teacher heading towards our bench, and we start feeling this chill, remember? Same happened with me on this very day, I could see the rainy storm arriving, but I can't stop, I need to go. And it goes on getting harder, tougher and undesirable.

And at a point in this 11 km ride, I can't see what's ahead of me after 10 feet. And then one strong wind hits me, I just can't drive anymore. So I stop, let the wind pass, and start again. It takes more time than I expected, I get drenched in water when I end this trip.

Does that sound similar? Cause it is similar to something called life. And when I reached home, after experiencing this storm, I learnt something which is gonna help me in coming future. Cause I'm on the verge of entering a real storm in the voyage of Life. And I can't let it stop me from heading home.

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