It's getting dark quickly. Our runner believes this to be a somewhat unusual, at least at this time of the morning. It "dawns" on him that while it had just begun to get light, the new darkness portends that the storm is much closer now.
This same storm had been in the distance since the run began a couple hours ago. Lightning had intermittently lit the sky, but it seemed far off to the west and north. Then it began to seem closer, and eventually, some thunder could also be heard. Our runner, who had originally been only slightly concerned, is now running as fast as he can to get home before the skies open up completely.
It's too bad that fast is such a relative term. Our runner had been running at nearly walking pace. And now that he's sprinting, it's still no better than a slow jog in actual (not relative) terms.
A few drops come down. It's now as dark as night (again). He's on his street. Can he make it? Well, can he?
Yes! He can and he does. He gets to his house of residence after encountering only a couple raindrops. Within a couple minutes, the skies do open up, and the deluge begins.
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