So I thought it was just drizzling as I decided to walk over the bridge. Halfway across it starts raining heavily. I noticed a lost red shoe on the bikers lane and the sight made me snicker. Little did I know the joke was on me!
It started raining harder and harder, and I started slipping in my sandals with leather soles. All of a sudden, the sole of my left shoe was so drenched that it curled up. I almost fell on my face! The rest of the trip was dreadful, hard to walk with my broken shoe. With each pathetic step, I had to lift up my leg up and out, hard enough so that the flap flattened out before my foot hit the ground.