Friday, August 23

I woke in the middle of the night to the flash of lightning and the long rolling cracking sound of Finnish thunder. It happened twice, so I presumed that it actually happened three times and the first time woke me up in time for me to catch the second occurrence.

The rain made a racket in the darkness until I fell asleep again. I wake up to an extreme downpour that goes on through breakfast and most of the morning. The bus pauses at the traffic lights to turn left and I catch a car racing past in the storm.

I may have dressed for rain but I still arrive at Arcada drenched.