Untitled Short StoryWhy today? What is so urgent that I have to drive up here today? Couldn't she at least have waited until the storm let up? I hate driving in the rain. The black Volvo S60R sloshed through puddle after puddle as the mid-afternoon thunder continued overhead. It was April in north central New York, and spring was finally starting to approach. Aside from everything being wet outside, it also looked dead and dilapidated after the long winter. The trees had yet to replenish any leaves, limbs were down, the grass was a dull brown, and everything was muddy. The terrain was hilly with open fields and patches of forest, and seemed to stretch