We were hiking up a large hill on a winding concrete road. There were no trees in sight; my sister and I were in a blue double stroller, our dad and mom pushing us and our dog, walking on his leash, a course blue material a little lighter than our stroller. The wind started blowing hard and we heard a crack of thunder.
The wind growled lowly, threatening to yank my hair and whip my face if I didn't shield myself. We were too far up the hike to turn back. Soon enough, thunder roared across the mat grey sky, shattering it. Plump, heavy raindrops beat down on us with fierce determination.