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Biking in the Rain
As usual, I went out of the city by bicycle. An elderly lady waved her hand from the balcony of her house and shouted, “Bravo, bravo!” I waved back and thanked her. It felt good that someone encouraged me for something as unimportant as cycling. I reached the hill and went down at the highest speed. I arrived at the valley floor where my bike had a puncture before. I decided to take a less-traveled road to get to the neighboring city. I found myself in the middle of a beautiful valley. A narrow street at the top of the valley ended at the top of the hill. I went up through the field. I continued along the hill and found myself on another slope. I turned around to go back to the neighboring city.
It started raining slowly. I stopped and stood under a big tree, hoping the rain would stop so I could continue cycling. However, not only did the rain not stop, but it also got heavier. For a while, I was not wet, thanks to the tree. But as the rain and wind increased, the water emptied from the tree leaves and soaked me. My body shivered from the cold, and I was panting. I thought to myself that those were my last breaths. I had no choice but to endure the cold, wind, and rain.
Sometimes, people in their cars would drive past me quickly, give me a look and drive away. After some time, the wind subsided, and I was soaked from head to toe. I took the bike and started pedaling in the wind and…
