As I drove the dark country roads
to your house,
the rain fell in sheets
over the car windshield.
It was like looking through
obscure glass without light
on the other side,
and yet somehow
I knew
bad things were coming.
Pulling over, my heart pounded.
I covered my ears,
trying to stifle the cymbal-like
crashing noise inside my head.
Sweat burned my eyes.
I couldn’t breathe.
Cranked the window,
let the cold rain sting my face....