Rain Short Story
Rain. An unusual occurrence for San Diego, somewhat of a “glitch in the system.” The weather may have been warm, but the sky told a different story. It spoke with a dreary, gray tone, swallowing up the sunshine that regularly enlightened the sky each day. The rain pelting to the ground was more foreign than the absence of the sun. I had never encountered rain during my past commutes, so this weather brought with it, an important learning experience. The heavens opened up and poured out its tears in great quantities, rushing through the atmosphere and hitting my vehicle like bullets.
The windshield wipers worked desperately to clear the splatters from the glass guard of my car, but it was all in vain. I was blind, and couldn’t clearly make
The windshield wipers worked desperately to clear the splatters from the glass guard of my car, but it was all in vain. I was blind, and couldn’t clearly make