There is nothing quite like getting in the car while it rains.
I turn onto the interstate, and set my pace at about 70 mph.
I love the sound of each and every rain drop falling onto my car.
It is loud. So loud in fact, that I cannot hear my radio.
Nor can I hear my thoughts.
I roll down the windows, and feel the rain hit my skin like a million tiny pinpricks.
I am alive. I can feel. I am okay.
Just when I worry that perhaps I should pull over, as it is raining too hard to see,
I go under the overpass.
For 2 seconds I hear nothing. I feel nothing.
My separation from my thoughts had allowed my attitude to change.
I am no longer sad.
Then, I am plunged back out into the peaceful rain.
And I know when I get home, everything will be okay.