I…Used to Like the Rain

It’s been raining for, like, 4 days straight now. I drove to and from work yesterday in the rain, and then to a friend’s house in back, and again to work today. All of it with wiper blades on and hard-to-see roads. It unnerves me.

I’ve always remembered enjoying rain. I don’t mind getting a little wet from sky-wise precipitation. Listening to it fall while ensconced inside with hot cocoa is a Hallmark moment I can still enjoy. However, when I have to drive in it or I’ve forgotten my umbrella during a torrential downpour then rain goes from “cool” to “ugh”.

My only car accident (save for backing into something or scraping a sidewalk) has been in the rain. I spun out on a highway, got nicked by another car, and crashed into a guardrail. Terrifying is the least of its attributes. So when I drive in the rain now and my car loses a bit of traction, my mind still kind of PTSDs a little. Last night, I was almost backed into and side-swiped within a minute of leaving my house. To say that my thoughts of impending doom are crystallizing into a hard chunk of fear diamond would be an understatement at times.

/breathes

Living in SoCal means not having to deal with this that often, so the past few days have been surreal. It’ll end soon…right?

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