I love rainstorms, but this was a weird sunny one. The bright rays bounced through the slats of draining clouds. Its awesome when weather does that; little anomalies that don’t make sense. That winter we nearly had a thunderstorm during a whiteout. That was also the day that Hope College cancelled all classes in the middle of the day because of the impending ice storm that was to end all ice storms that never quite happened.
I sometimes drive around when it’s raining with no particular destination. Radio off, I listened to the sound of the water on the metal. It’s calming, aside from the time when one of my windshield wipers decided to detach itself. The day of the sunny rain storm my car swerved as the wheels on the right side were dragged into puddles that had accumulated in the curves of the road. I drove slower and rolled down my window to let the rain in.
I was stopped, waiting to turn right when a little red car pulled up in line with me two lanes over. I always like to look at the people I’m on the road with that I’m likely not to meet.
The driver was a boy. His image was blurry in the downpour, but I could tell he had his head tilted towards the ceiling. Bad day? His eyes were closed. He looked calm. I looked at his little red car, and noticed that the sun roof was open. He had opened the top of his car to let the rain in, and his head was tilted towards the sky to feel the it.
I stared at him until the light turned green, and even a minute after that. I watched red car boy drive away with his sun roof open, and made a slow right lane  turn with my window down. I will never know who that was, but seeing another solitary driver let the rain hit his face that day made me feel a little more normal, and a little less alone.

Luciana, 21