Bailyn was in the park, doing her local yoga class, when she notice the weather had changed. “Crap. Okay class is going to be short; Mother Nature isn’t on our side today it seems.” As if a confirmation thunder sounded near them. She and the ladies rolled their mats and gather their things. They told her goodbye and hurried to their cars.
The clouds were dark, rolling in faster than she would have liked. Her apartment was three miles into what could be a storm. As she started running for it, lightning struck in the distance. “Of all days…you would think the weather men would get their crap together.” About a mile into her run it started to pour down raining. Bailyn hit under the bus canvas. (Aka bus bench.)