Rain, rain, don't go away, Come again another day...
It's pouring. Really pouring.
It seems a gargantuan water hose is riding along, bent upon giving the wipers a good workout. Neither blinks. Neither takes a step backwards. Boy o' boy! Is this going to be fun?!!
Fantasies I thought safely buried in my school-boy days flare up. My right foot is murderously strangling the accelerator, refusing to consider letting it breathe. I figure my whole body is taut, the last waft of the AC's cool breeze seems vaguely familiar. There isn't much time to breathe. An indescribable joy fills the silence in the car and the emptiness in the roads.
As I whiz past bewildered motorists and the wet junta a thought strikes me: I have to get home.
The car ruefully eases up. We both exchange knowing looks. Getting home is mere detail.
It seems a gargantuan water hose is riding along, bent upon giving the wipers a good workout. Neither blinks. Neither takes a step backwards. Boy o' boy! Is this going to be fun?!!
Fantasies I thought safely buried in my school-boy days flare up. My right foot is murderously strangling the accelerator, refusing to consider letting it breathe. I figure my whole body is taut, the last waft of the AC's cool breeze seems vaguely familiar. There isn't much time to breathe. An indescribable joy fills the silence in the car and the emptiness in the roads.
As I whiz past bewildered motorists and the wet junta a thought strikes me: I have to get home.
The car ruefully eases up. We both exchange knowing looks. Getting home is mere detail.