learn some things that the average Joe may not consider.
Now, Jeep owners (which I dearly hope to become one day), consider what they drive a Jeep, but it is, without room for argument, at the end of the day, a convertible.
I’m not talking about the Jeeps that aren’t really Jeeps but call themselves one. Those don’t count and will never count. Sorry if your toes are stepped on, but really?
That being cleared up …
We learn to watch the sky.
We know the difference between just plain clouds, rain filled clouds and clouds that are in the process of emptying themselves onto the earth.
We know the difference between a fog bank and a rain band.
We know, when driving in familiar places, all the little turnouts that serve as places to put the top up quickly when there are rain bands and cloud emptying ahead.
We know how hard it is raining just by looking and as such, whether we can get by with leaving the top down and letting the sprinkles simply fly right past us or take the next turnout we come to and put the top up moments before the typhoon hits.
All of this being said, I found myself caught by surprise tonight.
I was nearly home after attending an event my daughter had invited me to at her University.
Eight miles to go. Only eight.
But I wasn’t paying attention to the sky. No, I was blasting the Eurythmics at earsplitting and singing along with Annie and David.
I ran into the rain, in between turnouts, and it was, as people around these parts say, a frog strangler.
Before I could get to the next turnout, pull over and put the top up, I was soaked to the skin and so cold, my goosebumps had goosebumps.
I find it ironic that the song I was singing at the top of my lungs while driving much faster than the law allows was none other than “Here Comes the Rain Again”.
Coincidence? I don’t believe in them.
Fate? Hardly. What would it have to prove?
Pure ecstasy at driving free and wild with the music loud and getting rained on?
That made my night and smoothed over a minor “simply couldn’t be helped” disappointment.
Life. It often isn’t easy, but if you can live through it, it’s a lot of fun.