It was the kind of rain you don’t mind walking through to get to the car. It started to pick up and it began running down streets, flowing into storm drains and frothing at the edge of the road as people drove through it. As they drove back and forth it became hard to see and their wipers couldn’t keep up, frantically rushing back and forth, across the thick layer of water covering the windshield, a losing battle. They still tried as the rain began to pick up, creating ever more motes in the dips of the road for cars to kick up on their way past. The water rose up and the lines of the road were covered up by the torrent. This was no longer the type of rain you don't mind walking through to get to the car.