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"Maybe I should have listened to Dad," I thought to myself as I trudged through the darkening woods. The clouds were gathering and I had just felt the first few droplets of rain. I'd been warned that the weather was set to get worse, not better, but after days of being cooped up in the house I hadn't listened. At the first sign of a brighter day I packed my rucksack with the essentials for a day of adventure, raided the fridge for provisions and crept out of the house.
My plan was to walk across the fields into the neighbouring wood; follow the path and later cut through the undergrowth and climb up the ridge to reach Bear Hill.
Things had started well and I reached the woods in a jovial mood, glad to be out in the fresh air once again. The day was brightened further by the chance sighting of a deer, a few minutes after I entered the wood. I stood rooted to the spot and watched from afar, scared that I might frighten it away. I watched for five minutes, mesmerised by its beauty, until it turned to face me; took one glance and then bounded nimbly away.
However, I was now beginning to regret my decision to venture out. The rain was falling steadily on my back and the path before me had turned to mud. All at once the heavens opened and I ran for shelter underneath a large oak tree. The tree did not afford enough protection from the pounding rain which began to seep through my jacket. I thought of past times I had sat on Bear Hill having a family picnic. This prompted me to open my rucksack for a piece of cake. However, it was soggy and inedible.
"Should I return home?" I pondered. I thought about all the intrepid explorers I had read about. I, like them, would not give up so easily...
Please answer this question. (Look at the passage again if you need to.
You should choose the best answer from the options given.
How can you tell that the rain was heavy?