First hint? The early darkening of the day, although it’s early afternoon.
Summer. It’s not too hot, and a walk seemed like a nice idea in the dappled sunlight and warm breeze. Hat, sunblock, walking shoes. Ready.
Second hint? The grumble in the distance, repeated, louder.
And suddenly the day is dark, the sky an angry grey and grumbling turns to crackling, a flash of lightning and it’s too close, the whoosh coming is torrential rain.
I’m a mile from home. I run in a hurried squelching. A drowned rat finally reaches the shelter of the porch. Laughing. Exhilarated. Shivering.