never alone

today was hard on me but i made it through with a positive attitude. anyway on the way home from metamora it was lightly raining and both of my children were crying. i do not see well in the rain, especially at night. i also hate hate hate driving over bridges. it terrifies me. so when i got close to the bridge it started pouring hard. i complained to god or my grandparents in heaven or whomever could hear me that not only did i have to drive over the bridge, i had to do it in the pouring rain with two crying babies.......and the rain STOPPED. immediately. it was so cool! i laughed and said "thanks" aloud. as soon as we hit the other side of the river it started pouring again so i threw it out there that i would be unloading the boys in the pouring rain and that was not good either.........and it stopped again.
i remember my aunt lori telling a similar story right after my grandpa died. i was ten. she was out at the mall and it was raining hard while she was trying to drive. it really scared her and she asked grandpa to protect her and i don't remember if it stopped or just slowed, but she was at peace and not scared anymore. ever since then i believed that i was not alone but i'm not quite sure who is listening. nonetheless, it is comforting to me. not everything is an explainable coincidence.