A phalanx of
powerful raindrops drops down from the unremitting charcoal sky. Each drop propels
itself down onto the car hood with such ferocity that the surface of the
vehicle reverberates, as if under attack from a battery of bass drums. Each
raindrop then jumps straight up for a small measure to land again in a timpani
of lighter drum beats. Little rivulets leap over the edge of the car to merge
with comrades on the flooded road. My eyes watch, mesmerized by orchestration
and choreography, the beautiful ballet of the inundation.
Then my brain interrupts, warning my consciousness of the drenching danger. My hands grip the wheel. and I force my eyes to focus on the inundated road. Through the windshield and the thick mist ahead, I can just make out the indefinite blinking taillights of the car in front, and through the fogged-up rear view window, the vague headlights of the car behind. Our brave convoy slogs slowly, single-file down the diminished highway. Other drivers, perhaps with more discretion, have pulled over. There are two semis and a dozen cars pulled off to the side of the road. I am too frightened to pull over, as recent news images of cars floating down the rushing waters of flooded of streets and drivers air-lifted from the roofs of cars, flit across my brain. The memory of driving home with my sister in the middle of a surprise spring blizzard decades ago, still haunts me. As we watched in horror, almost every car that tried to pull off the snow-clogged road slipped or flipped against the trees and rocks on the side of the Thruway. Today, at this risky moment, I resolve to forge ahead, tense but alert.
Finally, in
the distance, I see a clearing in the threatening skies, a patch of shimmer. I
can see the low forms of the Berkshire Hills on the horizon contrasted by dull
glare above them. As the rainfall lessens, and I drive toward the light, I feel
my shoulders drop three inches and a gasp of relief escape my lips. My beloved
Berkshires are revealed again. Perhaps there is the promise of a good vacation
ahead.
Marsha H
8.4.2023
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