The road is bright and shiny,
walking along with light spirits....
with no warning, a droplet descends.
Stranded out in the middle,there is no shelter.
You have no choice...but to continue. At first you run, hoping to reach shelter or your destination of some kind. Yet after a while, you see the futility. You are already drenched, resigned to your fate. might as well just walk.

There's no telling when there'd be a bend in the road. There's no telling what's round the other side. When it comes, nothing stops it.

Maybe its just my life, but when things happen, they are always of paramount severity...

close your eyes, let it all wash over you. It never rains, it only pours.