Said she was a bit worried as the rain was coming down so heavy that she could not see the road. All of the white lines were underwater and the spray was like a car wash. Told her to take it easy and stay with the car in front, keeping a reasonable distance and to come off one junction early if she felt she needed to. She said everyone was taking it really slow, no idiots ploughing through it. She made it home and I ripped the piss out of her

Stupid girlie, 'twas only a drop of rain.
10 minutes later, I set off for fish and chips. Got on to the dual carriageway and I've never seen anything like it. The drains just couldn't cope and the water, in places, was over a foot deep. Wipers on full speed and still couldn't see much. I got there and back and gave her a big hug. It must have been awful on the motorway. At least I could have pulled in somewhere, unlike her.
It made me think how we all say goodbye in the morning thinking nothing of it. But there must be a few, every day, who just don't come home.