windshield rain splattered
dark, wind, water, spray covered
little world, alone
My commute this morning was made more interesting by the arrival of a monsoon.
The rain was predicted to start around 7AM but it started early just for me.
Rain isn’t the word I want.
Coming down in buckets.
Pouring.
The floodgates of the heavens were opened.
I could see the lights of the car in front of.
I could the the white lines on either side of me.
I could see my trip odometer that I had reset to zero before I left so I had a good idea where I was.
In this little world, I concentrated on the car in front of me and kept up with the traffic around me.
I was alone.
Felt like I was in this little cocoon.
Cut off and on my own.
I did not recognize this brave new wet world I was navigating through.
I was focused on that car in front me and those two white lines.
Of course this is my week to be on call for online issues.
Of course I got two calls.
I debated not answering.
Things are such that I did take the calls.
I was talking about online issues.
I was thinking BOY ARE YOU DUMB.
I took care of the calls best I could, promising to take care of the issues as soon as I got to the office.
The rain kept coming.
I kept driving.
From my trip odometer I knew I was getting close to my exit and I maneuvered over to the right.
Merged without issue and made to my exit mostly by feel.
When.
The rain stopped.
It was clear.
I took advantage of the clear spell and a red light at the end of the exit ramp and grabbed my phone to start the processes I would need to take care of the phoned in online issues.
Rain was gone.
The light turned green and I tossed my phone into the passenger seat.
As I moved forward slowly I had the time to think.
“What happened to the rain?”
I pulled out and BANG the rain was back and in force.
I had been under the freeway overpass and never noticed.
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