I was the passenger tonight as my daughter drove down the two-lane highway. We were heading back home from a nearby small town. Rain peppered the black asphalt road. Our headlights illuminated fat drops that appeared to bounce back off the pavement at curious angles. I looked closer to make sure it wasn't hail.
Wipers were needed the entire trip and they slapped back and forth in rhythm as we talked. Occasionally house or outbuilding lights were visible. Shafts of light competing with tall, black trees. Contrasting geometric forms of light and dark.
We entered the city and the rural beauty began to fade. Our peaceful drive was ending.