As the service worker handed me my keys, he pointed outside, “Ma’am you may want to put the top up on your car, it’s starting to sprinkle. I looked out the window and shrugged it off. Looking up at the sky, this cloud was hovering overhead. A passing thought of should I or shouldn’t I? I opted for shouldn’t as the skies in the direction I was going were blue and beautiful.
This was my sightline ahead, rain clouds to fluffy. The highway was calling me and I only had one stop light to sit at before I headed toward home. About a mile ahead, torrential rains appeared. Headlights passed and windshield wipers swiping the water off with gusto. I couldn’t stop now or I would be drenched. The funny thing about a convertible is, if you don’t stop, you don’t get wet. The water flows over you and around you. My shiny red car was cleansed and as I passed other drivers, they shook their heads in disbelief. I waved and point towards blue skies ahead.