I have oft driven along the road
Late at night, in thunderstorm,
And met with my reflection.
Listening to nostalgic tunes
On the radio, a time gone by,
I ponder on life lost in the rain.
Lightning strikes a pattern
Through dark skies, clanging rain,
Blessing lucidity upon the road to come.
Across the road I glide along,
Beneath overpass, betwixt neighborhood,
As I map out the past.
Raindrops pound into the windshield,
Wipers whipping, back and forth,
To wash away conviction.
I treasure the road in the rain
Because it is open, void of vehicles,
As though the rest fear clarity.
Morning's Early Dark 