The Ballad of the Dry Rest Stops

Their dad had had a heart attack since they had seen him last. In May they said, "Let's visit him, cuz time's a passing fast." He doesn't drive, he sold his car so he'll not come to us. and we can take some time off work without a lot of fuss. They lived in Utah, near that lake, where faithful Mormons pray. They planned to use the Interstate, I-80, all the way. Their pop had picked Nevada hills where pines pushed out the sage, to settle with his younger bride and cuss the curse of age. 'Twas for the second week in may, the two had made their plans. The day they left, the skies let go to fulfill God's demands. The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed, (a phrase perhaps quite trite) and yet by later afternoon it seemed a lot like night. The wipers flopped a steady beat; their speed was set on high. The rest-stop at the salt flats though they found completely dry. They never thought that strange at all, just thankful for respite; they took their time and took a pee, then took the exit right. They started up, turned on the lights and then the wipers too, for twenty seconds from that stop the rain began anew! They never stopped in Wendover, (a city in two states), as still it rained like cats and dogs, or maybe sheets and plates. "Pull over at the next rest stop; I have a need to pee", said Bob. They did, and once again, 'twas dry as it could be. But shortly as they left that place the rain had turned to sleet, and horizontal lightning strikes were scary, although neat. Then at the peak the road was ice it seemed three inches thick, and both boys knew this drive would be most anything but quick. Then at the next rest area where they stopped for relief the parking lot was smooth and dry and fair beyond belief! They stood and stretched and grinned I guess, as each of their jaws dropped. Bizarrely, this continued on at each and every stop. In Reno, it was shirt-sleeve mild; their pop was pleased as punch - They visited and ate and drank, and shot the **** a bunch. "Now boys, don't take so long before you visit me again - just let me know you're comin', and and I'll control the rain." © Lawrencealot, May 11, 2015