Sprinkle?

Driving yesterday night was horrible. I hope no one else had to experience that because I thought I was literally going to die. The fact that you're reading this right now probably means that you're alright so that's good (unless you're reading my blog on a bed in a hospital recovery room... creepy; but, dedicated I'll give you that).

The rain was moderate and manageable until it started hitting the windshield like rocks being launched out of a bazooka. Even with head lights, seeing the car in front of me was a difficult task. I could not do it, I had to drive with both hands on the wheel (as the majority of you know, I only drive with one hand on the wheel... bad habit I guess, of course I didn't take the driving test like that). It felt pretty intense. For what seemed like countless miles I clenched my teeth, gripped the steering wheel, and squinted through the glass hoping that I wouldn't die just yet. Guided only by the reflectors on the ground and primal intuition, I drove into the dark abyss.

I haven't written like that in a while (I kind of miss it). It might seem a bit over-dramatized; though in reality, it was pretty bad, no lie. It stopped raining when there were only 27 miles left and I got all excited... that is, until I approached a giant wave of traffic (12 miles to go). What should have been a 2 hour drive turned into 3. It was kind of exciting (minus the part where I thought I ran over an animal... it might have just been a bump in the road, at least that's what I'm going to tell myself).

don't listen to weathermen & eat mixed berries <3