It was already raining lightly when I left the office late Friday afternoon. By the time I merged onto the interstate, the gentle summer rain had turned into a gushing torrent of water. Somewhere along I-459 south of Birmingham, I could barely seen the tail lights of the car creeping along in front of me.
Traffic was bumper to bumper in all three lanes of each direction. We inched along dangerously. I was afraid of what I might hit as I kept going forward, but I was equally afraid of being hit in the rear if I didn’t move fast enough.
I simply couldn’t see what was going on — and I was afraid that trying to pull off the road was no better since I couldn’t see anything and others couldn’t see me.
So I moved along blindly — barely moving — as buckets of rain continued to fall from the sky.
And then I saw something that seemed like a faint shaft of light in the sky off to my right. The rain still beat down furiously, but where was that light coming from?

FRIDAY FUNNIES
When you make your life choices, you also pick the consequences
The Alien Observer: The Outrage Machine is destroying us all
Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love
From hole I’ve fallen into today, world is a very alienating place
Why do we put off changes that might give meaning to our lives?
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?