A Quote by Elizabeth Berg on rain, driving, stopped, miracle, start, and line

I remember once when we were moving, driving across country, and it was raining so hard, the windshield wipers going fast and squeaking, and then: nothing.  It stopped.  I looked out the window ahead of me and it was clear.  I looked out the back and there was the rain, still going.  Nobody said anything, but there it was, a near miracle, a rain line, a way of seeing just where something starts, when usually you are just in the middle of it before you notice it.  That's how it feels to me now, to not want to be like (that) anymore.  I see the line.