MMM, Rain

I know I’ve driven in the rain before. Driving to school, driving to Dad’s, driving to the farmer’s market to pick up those strange purple potatoes… I thought I must have driven on the highway during the rainy season. And for sure I thought I’d crossed the bridge in the rain, traveling from San Francisco to Berkeley or back again. Only, just now I noticed something. Just today, I crossed on the lower level of the Bay Bridge while it poured outside. I expected that since the opposite traffic was suspended above me on an upper-level that obscured my view of the sky, the rain would cease to fall around me. I thought the bridge above me would act as a barrier. As I passed under the overhang and onto the bridge I noticed the droplets stopped their sprinkled pattern and I turned off my unnecessary windshield wipers. Suddenly though, a thin sheet of rain seeped all at once down through a crack in the upper lever and collided with my Honda. Just a quick clash that sounded like a bucket of pebbles had been dumped onto the roof of my car… Then nothing. That was weird. 50 feet later, a second sheet of rain thundered down on my windshield. What?! Then nothing again. Another 50 feet and there came the collision of rain, the sharp line of water spilling in a hurry. When I focused farther in the distance, I could see this pale rain almost suspended in the air until I drove under it, at which point the water would connect directly with my car, and only my car. It was the strangest thing. No one else seemed to be having this problem, from what I could tell. … very strange.