I live in a region that is classified as a temperate rainforest. I know rain. I closely know the shades and tints of rain, and everyone of its permeations.

Today I had the pleasure of being reacquainted with an atmospheric river. Sheets, and sheets of wet stuff lashing all and sundry. Driving? Be prepared to have your windshield wipers dancing in triple time. Having a truck trailer come by you in the other lane? Pray for visibility as your car gets engulfed with water.

I ventured forth in the morning as I had several errands today to attend to.

Swish swish swish went the windshield wipers.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh went the water on the road.

Splash splash splash went the deluge hitting my car from passing vehicles.

ENOUGH! said my mind, my body in agreement hands white knuckled.

I pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a favourite restaurant. Food calling to warm my body and soul. Palak Paneer, Mutter Mushroom, and the lightest and most tender naan accompanied by masala chai. Warmth spread within while I listened to the rain against the window panes going

Drip

Drip

Drop.