I stood tall on a rock. As I looked around me I thought to myself, what have I gotten myself into, I'm not an explorer, and now you're lost. I slowly turned my head to the dark gray sky. As I looked, the world seemed to slow down. I watched hundreds of little water drops descend from the sky. I flinched as the first one hit me.
I looked around once more to see if I could find shelter. I saw a little hollow tangle of roots made by a fallen tree. I ran under the roots and huddled into a ball, pulling my hood over my head. There I waited out the storm. The minutes ticked by, my watch beeped at the hour. Eventually the rain slowed down to a drizzle. I emerged from the tangled roots almost completely dry, and climbed back on the rock.