A vignette of Alaskan life:
The rain was so thick that my wipers could barely keep up. Sunshine blinded, so I quickly pulled on my shades and squinted up at the blue sky. The rapid beat of plinks and plops delightfully drowned out the radio’s music. Sixteen wheels in the other lane threw up a cloud of spray like from a tumbling river waterfall. Mist washed the raindrops’ sillhouettes from the windshield, then immediately speckled with another shower of rain. Charcoal grey clouds threatened from the northeast, but the sunshine and azure heavens followed me all of the way home.
