Rainy Days and Fridays

It seems that every Friday is grey and rainy. I have spent almost every Friday this year driving to Brooklyn to get my father from dialysis. The day starts off dreary and sometimes the ride is a slow, scary one depending on the rainfall. When I get to dialysis the sun comes out, but not in a physical manner. I see my father's face and the world seems fine again. The clouds part and he brings my sunshine to me.