The rain smashed ferociously against the hard pavement as I ran, splashing in puddles with every step, down the flooded street to get to my car that was parked down the block. I had just been excused from work due to severe flash flood warnings in the area that caused my co-workers and I to have to go home three hours earlier than we were scheduled to get off.
I was completely sopping wet by the time I arrived at my car and was able to dig my keys out of my purse and get inside to the dry warmth of the vehicle. I remember thinking that I had never in my life seen a storm that was as horrendous as this one before, and that I probably shouldn't be driving in this chaotic weather. I should have listened to that instinct, and stayed put until the raging storm died down at least a little bit, but I started the car and drove towards my house without a seconds thought about the matter.
Driving only fifteen miles per hour, because even with the brightness of my headlights, I could barely see half of a car length in front of me, I tried to make my way home as safely as possible. I was almost to my destination when the road became blocked off by a detour sign due to dangerously high water racing across the street. I would have to go the long way around town to have access to the other way to my house. I turned onto the detour path, and drove slowly down the dark, wet street.
When I came closer to the city limits, to the outskirts of town, I had to stop at a red light. The rain had not let up any, and was still coming down so tremendously fast and hard that my windshield wipers could not even begin to catch up to the rain that was speedily gathering onto my windshield. The light turned green, and I started across the intersection without even seeing the bright yellow headlights coming from my left side until they were less than a yard away from me.