The clouds in front of her were beginning to look ominous....then she turned her head back and saw that they were a deep black behind her. I must pedal faster she thought as the wind was beginning to bite through her thin jacket. Then she felt the first raindrop on her face. She awkwardly pulled over, because she wasn't the most swift of bike riders, and took off her coat so she could wrap her camera up and place it safely in her basket. Then back on her bike she pedaled faster and faster and soon the young girl who used to ride home with fierce determination to beat the storms had joined her middle-aged self and together they beat the oncoming storm once again.
