The rain pelts my driver side window.  It's reassuring, the constant drumming that adds rhythm to my driving.  A rhythm that propels my car.  A rhythm that stops my car.  A rhythm that builds as traffic pile sup around me.  It is a rhythm that needs to stop.   I roll down the window and the rain covers the inside of my door.  It splatters and spreads, splatters and spreads, soon little bubbles of water come together and pools.  I look over and wipe it away.  i wipe it away.