Mother Nature's Revenge
The radio in Stuart's tiny Japanese automobile was staticky and almost incoherent: "Massive grshgrshwkksh route wrkshhh highway krrrsh. DO NOT TRRRRRRK!! Repeat, do not be WRRRRKSSSHK!"
Grumbling, Stuart flicked the radio off and strained to see the road ahead of him. Perpetual rain played prisms on the windshield, and though the effect was dazzling and kaleidoscopic, it didn't improve driving conditions in the slightest. The sound of timpani drums rolled through his hearing, derailing whatever was left in his train of thought. Stuart bit his lip anxiously, not appreciating the splendour and natural beauty of the storm. In this weather, and especially in the dark, there was almost definitely an accident on route wrkshhh, and he knew that he wouldn't be driving back into the District anytime soon. Stuart sighed and pulled the yellow coupe to the side of the road in a suburban area that he didn't recognize.