Once an engine attached to a train
Was afraid of a few drops of rain
It went into a tunnel
And squeaked through its funnel
And wouldn’t come out again

The sad story of Henry, Rev. W. Awdry

The route I use to cycle to work goes under the motorway using footpath that is long and narrow.

This morning, while I was cycling to work in the heavy rain, I think I understood what Henry felt like that morning.