Foolishly, I thought I could beat the storm home.
I left work about 4:45 as the sky grew dark. I had checked the radar before I left and it appeared I had time. About a mile from work, a gentle rain began to fall. A half mile later, the gentle rain gave way to a violent, driving rain that made it nearly impossible to see.
I managed to make it home, but not without driving through some deep puddles and the lake under the overpass at I-10. My biggest decision on the way home was, “stop and get the mail or not?”
I did. I took off my shoes and ran in and got the mail. I was very wet by the time I pulled up to the curb at the house. I got out of the car, shielding the door with my umbrella. My umbrella got caught in the door and my head was exposed to the rain.
Thump. Something small and hard hit my head.
Ouch! What was that?
Tink. Something small and hard hit the car. Tink. Tink.
The good news is that Wynne Dory (the car) was not dented, and apparently, neither was my head. A half hour later, the heavenly faucet tapered off and birds are chirping happily now.
The best part of all this is…
IT’S FOURTEEN DAYS UNTIL MY VACATION!! Still having trouble getting excited…not!