Snapshot

The rain was growing, Aiden's peaceful, scenic route through the valley. The clear blue sky had completely transformed into a dark grey sea of thunder clouds. Aiden became exceeding worried about the situation that had fell onto him. He started rush home, picking up the pace, as the rainfall grew and grew. The atmosphere was no longer joyful with orange and yellow glow of the light beams, but now a groggy thunderous nightmare. Aiden could barely see thirty feet in front to him, his only guideline being the lines of the road. The rain made the bike wheels lose traction, he became unstable. Aiden then was met with a hard right turn on the road, and instantly lost control and traction of his bike when he turned, falling over and rolling down into the ditch on the side of the turn.