Walking in the rain
As I descended the steps of the bus, I saw dark clouds in the sky. It looked as though it would rain.
I walked briskly toward home which was a good kilometre away. My mother had warned me about getting caught in the rain. I might catch a cold or something. I wondered if I could get home before it rained.
As if in reply to my thought the rain came down. I wanted to run for it but my heavy schoolbag discouraged me from doing so. So I walked on. Soon it was raining cats and dogs.
In a short while I was drenched from head to toes. Instead of feeling miserable I was actually enjoying it. The feeling of cool water running down my wet body was quite pleasant.
Finally I reached home. My mother was shocked to see me soaking wet. She hurried me to the hot shower after which I put on clean dry clothes. She was worried that I might get sick.
Well, I did not. In fact I felt great, having had such a wonderful experience walking in the rain.