It came hard and without warning. One minute, the sky was still. The next, thunder cracked and rain came down like someone had split the clouds in half. Joshua jolted upright, heart racing. He lunged for the bag beside him, already feeling how heavy it had gotten.
“Shit, no—no, no,” he barked, dragging it toward him. The plastic was thin. Water had gotten through. He pulled open the knot and saw the shirt — soaked, clinging to the pants like they’d been dunked in a bucket. He shook them out and looked up at the sky, helpless.