I was driving across this long bridge over the bay between Tampa and St. Petersburg in the middle of a rainstorm. The rain was pouring down, and the wind was pelting it sideways. I could hardly see the cars to my left or right, or ahead or behind me. Traffic was crawling. I panicked as the winds and rain lashed the bay waters to the edge of the bridge highway. But my panic turned to incredible fear when I heard the radio announcer say that a tornado had just been spotted at the south end of the bridge, which was exactly where I was driving. Thank God it missed me.