Jan 1
5 min read
It Never Rains
Panic didn’t come easily to Jason. He prided himself on having rational, dispassionate responses to any happenstance.
But the deluge soaked him to the bone before he could loosen the Velcro strap on his umbrella. A minute before, he’d mumbled a complaint about the humidity. Now he waded through an ankle deep surge, dodging floating logs. Lacking dry shelter provoked extreme anxiety in him. He didn’t want the current to carry him off.
