I rode home yesterday afternoon in between rain showers, or so I thought given the radar images I looked at before I left the office. My usual homeward ride takes me north past my house a few miles and then loops to the east and then south back to the house. It gets me another 30-40 minutes of ride time each day.
On the run north, I could see a dark cloud off to the east, pacing along with me. As I neared the turn to the east, I wondered if there was rain under that cloud and how far away it was. On the eastbound run, I couldn’t see any rain. Just a dark cloud. Perhaps I would be lucky and finish the ride home dry.
I turned south. Still no rain. So far so good.
Then I cleared a small rise looked ahead to the trees that lined the final part of the loop to the house. Just ahead of the trees, I could see a grey sheet. Rain. Enough to get me good and wet before I reached the house.
It was a cool rain — not cold, the storm cloud wasn’t tall enough for that — a refreshing rain that made the ride a little something special. It felt good to be wet and I appreciated arriving home to a towel and some dry clothes.