He couldn't wait for the rain to stop. His mind was not at rest. Not anymore! He looked at the sky from the shelter, hoping for a sign of the end of the rain. But there was none. Instead, the rain was just getting started.

Dave was regretful. He could have left when the first wave of heavy downpours ceased. It was not his fault actually, because he thought that was the end of the rain. How wrong he was. The rain bounced back after some time and began falling heavily.

He was stuck in the shelter and was gradually beginning to get fed up. He must find his way...