Wet

I rode my bike to class.
Then I sat through grammar drills.
Then I hopped on my bike again.
The air was cold and humid, bit I'd be fine
(in my t-shirt and jeans).
I started riding. The humidity
turned into light rain;
turned into cold, heavy rain;
turned into rain that felt like fire ants biting,
turned into hail.
I had to pass through a road construction area.
The flagger made me stop and wait,
so a sports car could turn in front of me.
I got home, dripping wet,
set everything out to dry,
took a hot shower,
made ramen and hot tea.
After lunch I looked outside:
blue skies and sun.