Tell Me I Still Love The Rain

So it NEVER rains in California, and when it does, lord help the drivers of southern California. First, a horrible accident on the freeway caused many injuries and the closure of part of the freeway for hours. Next, the snow fall closed many major highways causing some people to be trapped in their cars for over 4 hours. And then there's me, who absolutely is running late for work but manages to make it right on time.

Yes my day is going great and I love the rain so I couldn't ask for a better day. The hospital bank statement allows me to reconcile in the fastest time I've ever had in six years, my errand before lunch is strangely fast allowing me time to slip into the shopping mall to finish me Christmas list leaving me still 20 minutes to have some lunch. "Awwwwwww, life is good - today is my day" I gallantly boast to my girlfriend on the phone as I leave to go back to work. But, as soon as you declare something to the universe, it has it's way of testing you.

While driving back, an older man pulls out from a driveway, crosses a lane in order for him to turn left. Alone that would not be a problem, HOWEVER, he stops in my lane as there is no where for him to go into the opposing traffic. DUDE WTF!!! I slammed on my brakes and hydroplaned sideways coming straight towards his car I even shut my eyes for impact and then there was nothing. No noise, no bump, no crash bang. Nothing, but the man glaring at me like I am at fault traveling on a 4 lane highway at 35mph. However, realizing my guardian angel at my side, I didn't get out of my car and strangle the man. But it did piss me off while giving me a valuable free lesson in what hydroplaning your car can feel like. SCARY when you don't expect it. And I had to laugh at the cocky attitude I just shared with my friend about it being my day.

So back to work, counting my lucky stars and try to get back into my love of the rain. But the rains clears up leading to sunny skies until it's time to go home. Oh yeah, exactly 4:50 pm, the skies open up and dump massive amounts of rain on the already oil slicked roads. And as I can see my co-worker could probably use a ride home rather than stuck on a bus, I don't offer it as I am sort of scared to drive farther than I need to, now with the rain coming down in buckets.

I cruise home as safely as possible and try to find a place to park on the street so my sis can take it when she comes over, as for her not to have to walk to far in the rain. Bingo, a place right in front of my house. It's a tight fit because a truck has decided to take 1 1/2 of the space instead of parking respectively. But the little Rav makes it the space, barely hanging out into the driveway.



But wait, what's this? Where IS the driveway?? It seems the water goes all the way up to the sidewalk and in a lamb attempt at spider woman, I thought I could jump (there really was no other way) and ended up to my ankles in a puddle. So much for breaking in the new shoes I just wore for the first time today. Okay, I'm grateful that I have new shoes.

IT IS WHAT IT IS!!!!