The sky darkens, the thunder roars, the rain drops begin to fall. 
I turn on the wipers.
Red light, I slow to a stop.

I listen.
The rain is nature's call.
I start to feel hyper.
My eyes, dart and then they drop.

I look.
Lights reflect on the road.
I stare into the sky.
Green light, and i zoom forward.

I go.
Hearing thunder explode.
Lightning crosses my eyes.
Puddles, the road is covered.

The sky lightens, there is quiet, the rain drops cease to fall.
I turn off the wipers.
Onward, I keep on driving.


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