Forget it! If by any chance great-grandpa happened to be alive, he couldn't care less about me. I felt a drop of rain. A heavy one. Soon came a downpour.
Just like the others, heavy and fast. I leaned up against a root of a tree to try to protect myself. It made no difference. I got all wet anyway. Rain trickled in through my clothes where they had een torn by the thorns.
There was something positive about the rain though. It pepped me up. But it was hard to walk as the wet path became softer and my feet sunk in.
I was soaking wet, and had mud from head to toe, but I dared not stop.
