Driving, Drenching, Soaking Rain
I left the house at 6 AM. It was still dark outside and there was a heavy rain coming down. I didn't bother to cover my head as I walked to the car - not really concerned about ruining the hair-do. Still, I was trying to talk myself into being a little optimistic today. I had another long day ahead with a lot of miles on the old gray road. Where would the inspiration come from? I should have known that my obsessive mind would beat in tune with the windshield wipers. I'd lost the charge on my phone and the car charger wasn't working well. For the phone to take a charge at all I had to hold the phone up in front of me, high above the steering wheel. I also started to obsess about the rain and how its constant hammering of my windshield was going to cost me my plans of a day that I'd settled on about a week ago. If I'm to work, I want to be productive, being away from the family isn't worth it if I'm not doing something to further their development. Drizzle, tu