The Driver
The thunder crashes
as he gets into his car,
Taking off down the road
At 60 miles per hour.
Wiping away the tears
from his bloodshot eyes,
overcoming the thing that he fears
as lightening illuminates the dark skies.
Hitting 80
he speeds past an old gas station,
his mind whirring
trying to process the information.
wipers on full action
trying to clear the screen,
it's the worst stormy weather
that most have ever seen.
The only tail lights
are his own,
as he drives faster
down the lonesome road.
The storm reflects
his current mood,
piecing things together
so that they could be understood.
Not wanting anyone
to share his pain,
the lonesome driver
continues through the rain.