On my way to Texas last weekend, I hit rain about Atlanta, and it drizzled, spit, and often poured every mile until I reached Dallas. Yesterday, I headed back this way, and the rain hit before I could pack the car. Then it poured, slammed down, and pelted the car from the driveway to Atlanta. Coming through Alabama, I noticed numerous large metal traffic signs twisted and bent for several miles. I knew the rain was blistering and the wind was whistling, but I was driving a sturdy car and hadn't been worried. Then I saw a massive toppled tree covering the Interstate on the opposide side of the median. My wife looked up the local weather and found a video of a tornado that had hit barely an hour before.
God watches out for us, even when we don't know we need his care.