Driving down the freeway, rain spattered my windshield. Mountains rose in the distance, swathed in mist. Zipping through the saturated palette of charcoal, forest green and white, water whipping beneath my tires in a satisfying spray, I felt the luckiness of my life. To live in such a beautiful location is something I have been aware of countless times before, but this is a desert and rain is seldom sustained for more than a few minutes at a time. This was a real downpour, lasting hours and recalling to memory the rainstorms of Upstate New York. Lifting tendrils of fog in foreground and their effect on the colors of scenery made the joy of wild weather hum softly in me, underscored by my confidence in the imperviousness of my little cherry-hued travelling machine. How glorious, to live in this valley, to own a car and have a place to drive during the rarity of rain!
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