There did not seem to be any location near that could be hid under without only protecting a small part of their body. The only option they had, at that moment, was to continue into the rain.
They ran as they knew that it would be sooner rather than later that they would be in a state that suggested that they had gone for a swim with all of their clothes on.
However, running was risky due to the dark of the night.
Still, they persisted blindly along the path, hoping to see something resembling a decent shelter that they could use to wait out the storm, hoping that it would end quickly, allowing them to get home and rest.
Eventually they reached what appeared to be a small alcove in a cliff, to which they hurriedly got into and began to let themselves drip whilst they wrung their clothes out.
The person was quite thankful for this small bit of luck, for the storm did not seem intent on leaving, or wrapping up for that matter. It raged on and only looked like it was going to become more furious as the minutes passed.
The person waited and waited and waited, hoping that somehow they would at least dry up a little bit in the interim. However, the rain did not abate and their clothes did not dry, leaving them to also grow frustrated with the situation that they did not want to be in.
Despite not having any desire for the current alternative, they found it to be much more preferable to waiting out the passing of some bad weather, for at least it was less wet than walking through the rain and they were significantly less vulnerable.
Many hours passed and yet it still continued to rain and the person continued to wait. They decided that sleep might have been able to pass the time, so they did the best they could to ensure they would not be detected and then lay down, facing ti the outside of the alcove in case they needed to move quickly.
They weren’t able to sleep, but they were able to relax, if only slightly and briefly.
The sound of something light falling could be heard. It was coming from near their head.
They shot up and got out of the alcove as quickly as they could.
Once out, they turned around in time to see its roof slump down, preventing them from being able to use it any further and forcing them into a situation where they had no choice but to continue on, but at least they were able to lie down for a few minutes, allowing some sort of temporary reprieve from the tyranny of standing upright in wet clothes during a storm at night.
It was not a thought that was needed, and it remained as such, for they still had a long way to go before they could say they were safe.
A long way indeed.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:03:90
A bit faster than the other night.
Oh well.
Written at my (new) desk at home.
Stupidity Hole 