This evening on the way into the city for a haircut I was caught in the worst rain of my driving life. The interstate was a mess, but it wasn't until I got to the city that things were really bad. I started shaking on the freeway (60 mph wind gusts? sheets of rain? visibility of only a few yards? yes!) and exited onto the high street, then drove up the hill--which involved crossing a main thoroughfare which had become a tiny stream. I found a side street at the top of the hill and parked there. I called my hairdresser, who reported that the road in front of his salon was a creek, and that I should not come.
So I sat in my parked car. And I waited. And waited. And prayed (not just for myself, but for anyone caught in the maelstrom). And waited.
This was my view when I parked. The rain was so loud. The lightning and wind were epic.
When I saw the mountain, I felt a surge of relief.
And after nearly an hour perched on this hill, the sun erupted.
When I finally got home, a rainbow arched into the valley....but I don't have a photo of that blessed sight!