The sky ahead looked like someone had scribbled on it with crayon - meaning I was about to run into a wall of rain.
Thirty minutes layer the sheets of streaked gray were still closing. Not a single drop of rain had fallen yet and I wondered just how monstrous the clouds laying down that rain really were considering the distance from which they could be seen.
Another fifteen minutes passed before the first drops hit the windshield and then.... sunshine. In little more than the blink of an eye I had passed beyond the towering thunderhead.
It seemed a little like having watched a giant approach only to discover he was swinging a chopstick rather than a club.
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