I knew from their obituaries the cemetery that my husband's aunt and her husband were buried in; but when, on a clear, hot summer day, I went there to take photos of their tombstones for my records, I walked and walked all over the cemetery without finding their stones. Suddenly, as I was about to give up the search, a very dark and threatening sky developed and I headed for my car for shelter for a seemingly certain summer drenching. I'm not sure why I didn't just drive away at that point, but for some reason I moved the car to a different spot, stopped and just sat there quietly in the car for a few minutes. As quickly as it had come the blackness moved off to the horizon. I got out of my car and unexplicably walked in a STRAIGHT line to a part of the cemetery I had previously canvassed without success. Looking down, there at my feet were the flat grave markers of my husband's aunt and uncle.