A Rainy Night in the City through the Windshield

Sometimes a work of art is about something. I've held this childhood memory in my mind's eye for half a century. Today I finally painted it so you could see what I saw from the back seat of my parents' car. Or it might have been from the back seat of my maternal grandparents' car, if the "city" was York or Lewistown, PA. Where this was or when it was, I'm not sure. My guess is that the city might have been Cleveland or Detroit but then I would have been eleven or twelve and remembered more.

But it could have been just a late shopping trip a bigger Pennsylvania town like Bellefonte, State College, Philipsburg, Clearfield or Lewistown or a small city like Lock Haven, Williamsport, Tyrone, Altoona or Dubois. I can't recall. All I remember is being a kid and being awed by bright, wet colors and the wonder of seeing a rainy night in the city through the windshield.