Rain, rain, go away....

So apparently I have a second case of PTSD.  I discovered it today.  You see it was raining.  And I had to drive to Fontucky.  Flash backs of hydroplaning!  I was nervous to be driving.  How can this be?  I love to drive, and, as most of you know, I don't know the word "slow."  California really needs to figure out how to make roads that the water drains off of, not pools on into big puddles.  It forced me to drive slow.  Yes, me!  (Don't faint dead away, it's true!)  Okay, so I wasn't the slowest person on the road, but nearly, and I never even got in the fast lane.  It's official now, I was a Michigan girl, but now I can't drive in the rain either.  I am truly a Californian.