I look out the window and gasp. When did the sky turn dark and gloomy? Is it going to rain? Should I reach home before the rain? I can always continue working from home...
And so I find myself at the building door, and then hear a loud, low rumble. I step out, and a lightning flashes at me - a sign of warning. For two seconds I debate - should I go in or continue heading out. As always, I pick the wrong choice. Five steps out the building, it begins to drizzle. Ten steps, and it is pouring. Recalling relative velocity and all that funda, I continue walking - hurriedly, if you will. Meanwhile, there are dramatic theatrics in the sky. The monstrous, crushing, booming thunder makes me want to crawl under the cars. The wrath of the lightning leaves me momentarily blind. By the time I reach my car, I am drenched - so much for that myth! I should have run. As I drive, the lashing rain viciously threatens to crumble the windshield to powdered glass. I can barely see beyond the car in front of me. A prayer on my lips, a curse on my decision, I continue slicing through the angry rain. I exhale as I wind towards my street. I pull into the garage, and God decides to turn off his faucet - the very second. Not a drop more. Even the sun decides to poke out of the cottony clouds.
Some things are just not meant to be!
Some things are just not meant to be!
