Feel the road reeling beneath, the symmetry of lean against curve, while the drops begin to soak through. Magnificent valley revealed as sun battles storm. No question of stopping to photograph now. Water runs in rivulets, driven up my arms by rushing air. Wheeling, reeling, leaning, braking.
Valley floor races up.
All too soon I am there. And, inexplicably, the rain stops. It just stops. Puddles and soaking road. It rained hard here.