Driving in the Rain

by jimowensjr

Roaring tires on the path,

Through oil shimmering pools,

Rubber squalls at the glass,

In rhythmic soft cadence.


Lights piercing the gray,

In amber vague hue.

The miles passing by

Amidst cracks of loud thunder

Bolts lighting the sky.


At pace of this journey,

Pilots on their fine way,

Some fast and some slow.

They peer through the torrent,

Somewhere they must go.


To arrive at some end,

In fury they race.

Yet fail to unravel,

The pleasant soft riddle,

Of this path we all travel.


Still now there is time,

This road of true life,

Gently gaze all round.

Now look and just listen

See beauty abound.