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!
That's the kind of rainstorm best enjoyed from the comfort of home! Glad you kept your head and made it back safely.
ReplyDeleteIt really is scary to be in a car when something like that happens. I'm glad you were safe.
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