There is no explanation other than God was in the car with me tonight.
The windshield wipers stopped mid-swipe, two black slashes across the glass. Droplets formed and formed and formed and all I could see were two blurry red lights ahead.
I muttered solemn prayers all the way home, alternating between panicked urgency and calm clear vision. Lend me your eyes, Jesus.
There is no other explanation but God's hands taking mine at ten and two; but illuminating the light tenfold.
This is my only explanation.