Personal Recount- Day One

Friday was the day it all happened. Farmers are happy when rain comes. They find that they were lucky. I personally just find rain natural. However, I hated the rain on Friday for what happened that day. It was actually a typical and ordinary Friday I have known. The sky was crisp and clear before my CCA, NCC, started. White clouds floating freely on the vast blue sky, it was certainly a fine day for a vigorous training! That was what I thought. What I thought, but it proved me wrong. It was only when my physical training started that the first droplets of rain fell ignorantly on us. We felt that it was just going to be a drizzle, as the sky was not dark then. That was what we felt, but it proved us wrong again. It was half way through our run that it started pouring.
We finished our run quickly and made our way into shelter to continue our physical training. All along during our training did the rain not get lighter, but instead, heavier. You may think," What has the rain got to do with you since you are in the shelter?"
Yes, that was what we thought, what was going to affect us? There was nothing! In fact, there was. Our bags. We had placed our bags leaning against the railings, where there was little shelter. We only realised it when one of my platoon mates brought it up. I was shocked then. I did not feel like seeing the sight of my soaked bag, but I had to save it.
When I reached there, I pulled my bag further into the shelter. But as I did so, water was squeezed out. I only touched my bag and even so, water was squeezed out from it. My bag was totally soaked! I unzipped my bag and found all my textbooks drenched in water and some of my notes too. How unlucky can I get!
This only spells one thing: I would have to wash my bag when I reached home, even after this vigorous training......I just couldn’t believe my luck......