As I left the city and drove upwards on the winding roads, the sagging storm clouds above me grew blacker and the rain drops heavier as they pelted my windscreen. The crackle of rain grew louder as the wind battered it against my windows, large waves of water like static on a poorly tuned radio. It was true I could barely see to drive. This was good. Nobody in their right mind would be driving up here tonight. All journeys would be delayed. Telephone calls to expectant relatives waiting for weekend visits would be made. Reunions would have to wait. Storms like this one seem to last a lifetime when you have somewhere to be. Eventually the belly of the clouds broke out, the thunder ripping through the sky cleaving it clean in half. My window wipers skipped back and forth, sending waves of rain water shooting off into the air, only to be pushed back down onto my screen by the driving winds. But the rain was my friend tonight; it would hide me as I slipped out of my life. It will be my unwitting accomplice, as it shields them all from the truth.
