The trouble began when the weather worsened.
At first, the rain seemed like nothing more than an inconvenience. Water tapped against the windows as vehicles moved along the road, and the sky gradually darkened. But the rain continued, becoming heavier until the roads outside looked like moving streams. Headlights appeared through the mist and vanished again, while passing vehicles sent water spraying across the pavement.
By the time I reached the bus station, the weather had begun affecting transportation throughout the area. Travelers were arriving with wet clothes and anxious expressions. Some hurried inside carrying suitcases above their heads, while others stood near the entrance, trying to contact relatives or find out whether their buses were still running.
Inside, the station was crowded and noisy. Announcements echoed through the building, but the words were sometimes difficult to understand over the sound of conversations, rolling luggage, and children crying from exhaustion.
