We drove home in a blinding rainstorm last night, literally. I needed a second pair of eyes, My Darling B’s, just to keep the car between the lines as I creeped along Monona Drive. “You can pull over if you want,” B said, and that might have been the safest option, I don’t know. All I could think of was the big trees along the side of the road and what they would do to the car if one of them came down. “I think I want to keep moving,” I said, and kept moving. 

Driven by winds off the lake, the rain was blowing sideways as we rounded the northern shore, and further along Monona Drive it was heavy enough to cover the pavement but the storm drains were still carrying most of it away and we didn’t find any stretch of the road flooded, not even the dip just before Dean. In other parts of Madison, flooded roads were stalling cars, so we got lucky.

There was one tree down in the road, at Cold Springs, but we could easily drive around that and it was the only one we saw. And by the time we pulled into the driveway of our Little Red House, the rain had even dwindled to a gentle summer shower and stayed that way most of the night.