I was riding my bike home, a backpack and a side bag on my shoulders. It was raining, there was nothing between me and the rain but a too thin, too short yellow disposable rain-coat that made me feel more like I was wearing a cheap trash-bag than protective gear. My long black pants were drenched to the knee, my side bag (full of books) kept slipping off my shoulder, unbalancing me, the light hood kept being blown off my forehead, exposing just washed hair. The rain shooting into my eyes...