It's not raining when I leave work. But a quarter of mile from home the skies open up and I'm drenched by the time I get my front door open. My dog, who is terrified of thunder, rushes out the door, realizes it's even louder outside, so makes a beeline back inside, nearly knocking me and the bike over. And now the sun is starting to come out.

Ahhh... such is the life of a bicycle commuter.


Veronica