Race

Doing 95 down 78
running away and trying to hide
clouds follow me, growing as they do.
Adding water to the thunderstorm
that will casue the bottom to give out.
Any second now.
Drip drip splash
A few drops hit the window.
I flash the wipers and push the pedal.
I don't want to know.
I don't want it to be harder.
It was easy.
I guess too easy.
I was happy.
Well, I guess you could CALL it happpy...
Two, three, four mor drops.
I look into the mass of clouds
and dread what I know is there.
The botton gives out.
Rain falls in sheets about me.
Lightening brightens the sky above
then plunges me into darkness.
Thunder rattles the windows
and shakes me from head to toe.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
it yells and cries,
trying desperately to knock some sense
into my head,
as I try to block it out.
I close my eyes,
tears spill over
sobs blending melodically
with the screeching thunder.
Slam on the brakes, skid to a stop.
Breathe. Calm.
Confusion has set in
just as it always does...