Words of Art – Day 16 – Driving Rain

Driving Rain

Driving through the rain
The wipers singing at full speed,
“Twhack. Twhack. Twthack,”
Over and over and over.
Squinting to see out of the 
Fogged up windshield,
Fighting the streetlamps reflecting
Off of the rain like a million
Teardrop diamonds,
I’m forced to ease off the gas.
Forced to slow down.
I look at the clock on the dash
And my heart sinks.
I’m not going to make it.
Not at this speed.
I’m not going to make it.
I’m not going to make it 
Because I’m idly driving
Through a driving rain.

Roy W. Backes
© 2020