Luck or Small Miracle?

I raced around the house getting things done before taking the train into the city.  

I knew I needed to pack the umbrella and I told myself not to forget.  Then I got distracted with another chore and the dog.  Just as I got to the train station I realized I'd left the umbrella on the chair at home.

The weather radar showed rain was seconds away.  I didn't have a choice if I was going to make the meeting, so I kept going.  

The clouds looked like they were going burst above me as I walked the five minutes from the lot to the train.

The sky let loose in a torrential downpour just as I stepped under the station awning.  Call it what you will...I choose to believe that I witnessed a small miracle.